I know we’re not perfect, but what we have is real.
Every flaw, every smile, every moment we feel.
I don’t just want memories, I want more time,
To love you, to grow with you, to make our hearts rhyme.

I wasn’t born to finish the mission.
I was born to start it
pain in my past, purpose in my blood.
I’ll bleed so my children can build.
I’ll crawl so they can run.
The legacy begins with me
but it won’t end here.

I wake in the fog, same weight on my chest,
Each breath a battle, no time for rest.
The world don’t pause, it spins too fast,
And I’m stuck in a storm that was meant to pass.

Phones don’t stop, demands just grow,
Smiles feel fake but I still show.
A leader in chaos, a mind that won’t sleep,
I carry the silence of secrets I keep.

Hands in the dirt, heart in the fire,
Pushing through pain like it’s fuel for desire.
I laugh like a king, rage like a flame,
But no one remembers who gave me my name.

Pressure builds like bricks on my spine,
Still I walk straight, still I say “I’m fine.”
The past claws back, the future runs,
And I’m caught in a war where I trust no one.

They say I talk too much, maybe I do,
But it’s better than drowning in nothing but truth.
I share my chaos so I don’t explode,
Like screaming through cracks in a silent code.

I’m not at peace, I’m just in control,
Of a life that burns but won’t take my soul.
Stress ain’t new, it’s part of my crown,
And I won’t stop climbing till the world burns down.

used to call you Chicharito,
My little pea, soft and sweet though—
You wore my name like a crown in the sun,
And I held you like the only one.

We laughed in codes, moved like flame and shadow,
Thought I found peace in your chaos mellow.
But smiles don’t last when the mask don’t fit—
Now I call you something that actually hits.

Hookamani—
The name you earned when truth got loud,
When lies dressed in love still wore a shroud.
You preached loyalty while planting doubt,
Spoke of forever with exits mapped out.

From a nickname built in warmth and trust,
To a title that crumbles all that was us.
You changed the meaning, not me, not fate—
You wrote Hookamani in your own trait.

I loved Chicharito—she made me believe.
Hookamani? She taught me to leave.

Your eyes shimmer like distant stars on water,
A light that reached me through all I thought I’d slaughter.
Your smile broke through the walls I swore would never bend,
Reviving the version of me I thought had met its end.

Your presence halts me—like fate, firm and unshaken,
My guarded thoughts unravel, no longer forsaken.
Your hair flows wild, like freedom in parade,
And in your gaze, I forget I was ever betrayed.

You lied
and it felt like I died.
My heart, left alone,
hung crescent like the moon.

Strung my trust from a rope,
stomped on my chest.
I thought we’d be eloped…
But you crushed my dreams,
destroyed my love.
Maybe I never had you
not really.

Your beauty carved from sapphire
A deep look makes you reflect
The danger off beauty
Can tear through you like a tiny knife

sapphires don’t burn
they just reflect the flame.
Cold to the touch,
but rare all the same.
Tougher than time,
but easy to crack
if you strike in the spot
where the love never came back

You lied
And I nearly died
My soul stolen
My body destroyed
What am I do to
Without you

I stand where the waves don’t crash,
but I still flinch like they do.
Like I’m bracing for something
you haven’t done
but I feel anyway.

You’re beside me,
but half of me’s studying the silence,
looking for signs
you’re slipping away slow.

You hold me sometimes
but I don’t feel held.
You care,
but in ways I don’t always recognise.
And I don’t know if that’s a you thing or a me thing.
Maybe both.

I smile like this is calm,
like I’m not overthinking the way you said “goodnight.”
Like I’m not stuck rereading your energy
instead of your texts.

I crave chaos if it means honesty.
Messy, raw honesty.
But we dance around it
like saying how we really feel
might end something we never fully started.

You say I matter
but I keep looking for proof in moments
that shouldn’t need proving.

And I hate that I miss you
even when you’re close.
That I question my worth
just trying to love you the way I do.

I want to tell you all this.
But when I look at you,
my throat forgets how to carry the weight.
So I joke.
I laugh.
I turn pain into punchlines
because it’s easier than saying,
“I don’t know if I’m enough for you.”

This isn’t a goodbye.
It’s just me, letting you see the tide
I’ve been standing in alone.

Because this?
This is my beach.
Where I love you deeply
but fear you shallow.
Where I wait for your waves
while drowning in mine.

And maybe if you read this,
you’ll stop standing on the sand
and step into the water with me.

He don’t want love,
He wants the ache.
The kind that smiles
Then lets him break.

She’s no good
He knows it too.
But broken feels right
When healing feels new.