I sleep with shadows under my skin,
nightmares whisper sweet nothings again.
Got a halo made of cigarette ash,
and a heart that beats in broken glass.

My prayers got venom in the veins,
I talk to God like we both in chains.
He said “child, you still got grace,”
I said “then why you let me rot in this place?”

Lipstick smeared like battle paint,
laughin' in rooms that echo with saints.
But ain’t no salvation in these eyes,
just reruns of love and the prettiest lies.

My mirror don’t blink when I break,
it’s seen the girl I let the world take.
Cut out my tears, stitched them with rage,
now I write soft death on every page.

I’m the ghost they warned you about,
the girl who feels too deep to shout.
I touch fire like it’s a friend,
and call the end before the end.

So if you love me, know this game:
I don’t do sunshine, I dance with pain.
But if you brave, and hold the flame
you’ll learn why midnight knows my name.

The walls ain't just fallin’,
they crashin’ loud
like every step I take
shakes the ground.
And I wonder if Heaven hears
me now,
or if my prayers get lost
in the crowd.

I talk to You,
but it feel one-sided
my faith bruised up,
hope backslided.
I lit candles in rooms
where love died,
cried to the ceiling,
never got replies.

God, are You watchin’?
For real, no front?
'Cause I’ve been carryin’ weight
that break most in a month.
I smile for the kids,
but I’m cracked inside,
still got dreams,
but they barely survive.

They say You’re close
to the brokenhearted
well I’ve been ripped open
since this all started.
Do You see me foldin'
behind my fight?
Do You sit in the dark
with me at night?

I don’t need miracles,
I just need proof
a sign in my soul,
a whisper of truth.
That I’m not forgotten
in this war within,
and even with these walls cave in
You still listenin’.

He was always a gangster
but to me?
He was art.
All bruised knuckles and broken promises,
and still, I chased him
like I didn’t care
if the fire caught my heart.

He told me he loved me first.
And that’s all it took.
One line from his lips
and I spiraled into him
eyes wide, mind gone,
heart painted in his fingerprints.

Call it delusion.
Call it devotion.
But I called it home.
Even when he vanished in smoke,
even when he laughed like love was a joke.

I still chased him.
Like Harley chased her pain
with a smile and a hammer,
like I could fix him
if I just bled harder.

And “This Just In”
That’s not a track.
That’s a love letter with a death wish.
He wrote it when he still saw me
wild-eyed, loyal,
ready to rip the whole city apart
just to sit beside him in silence.

They think I’m crazy.
Maybe I am.
Crazy enough to believe in the parts of him
he hides from the world.
Crazy enough to choose him
even when he stopped choosing me.

I know what they see
a girl too loyal, too loud, too lost.
But what they don’t know is

He said it first.
And that made me his.
Not by chains…
but by choice.

So yeah
I still chase him.
Through shadows, through silence,
through songs he don’t finish.

Because he was never mine.

But I was always his.

My blessing don’t stop at just you.
You were a chapter.
But I?
I’m the author.
You tried to tear the page,
rip me out like an unfinished draft,
but baby, I bleed through margins.
I ghost the air between your breaths.
I’m the hush in your silence,
the pause in your pride,
the lyric you hum
but can’t place why it hits so hard.

You can bury memories,
but you can’t **** presence.
And my presence?
It’s rooted in heaven
and hood-certified.
I walk like prayers unanswered
still found a way to bloom.
I move like moonlight on broken glass
beautiful, sharp,
and meant to reflect
what you lost trying to forget.

You ever seen a universe
unfold from a woman’s spine?
I stretch galaxies when I stretch my truth.
Every sway of my hips
pulls tides.
Every blink
reminds the cosmos
that even stars get heartbroken
and still shine.

You thought I was just a blessing
with your name on it
but I was legacy,
timeless remedy,
a whispered prophecy
you couldn’t decode
’cause you were busy playing pretend
with a love you hadn’t earned.

I’m still me.
Even when you turn away,
my light ricochets off mirrors,
off moments,
off memories you didn’t mean to keep.
You can’t delete divine.
You can’t unfeel fate.
So don’t be shocked
when the wind hums my name
and your chest gets tight
outta nowhere.

That’s just me
unraveling
like I always do,
in awe,
in stride,
in truth,
in you.

I’m the ghost in your hallway, the prayer you don’t say,
the truth you choke down with your cigarette ashtray.
I’m the crack in your mirror, the crack in your spine
every broken promise you swore was just “fine.”

I’m the last light on when the world drifts asleep,
I’m the lullaby stitched for the wolves that you keep.
I’m the poet and prophecy tangled in sheets,
I’m the calm and the chaos that slip through your teeth.

Call me a storm ,  I come when you’re dry,
I drench all your secrets, I teach you to lie.
But I’ll baptize your ruins in rivers of gold,
make art from your ashes, make legends from mold.

I’m not for the faint. I’m the pulse in your throat
the ink on your pages you wish you had wrote.
I’m the truth in your marrow, the ghost in your blood,
I’m the rose that grew wild in your garden of mud.

So don’t flinch when I break you —
I do it with grace,
I’ll peel off your mask ‘til you’re raw in the face.
You’ll thank me one day when your cage has no lock
when you stand like a lion and laugh at the clock.

I was born from broken pieces,
Tripped by shadows of the past,
A little girl with silent wishes
For a love that wouldn’t pass.

Abandoned in the echoes,
Left to patch what others tore,
I dreamed of arms that held me
Of a mother who’d love me more.

But pain became my promise,
Wounds turned into a vow
That I would be the mother
I was always aching for somehow.

Now look,
six shining faces,
Five fierce girls, bright and strong,
And one sweet boy whose heartbeat
Stays where I belong.

They don’t know the war I’ve walked through,
The storms that shaped my spine
But every kiss, each glance in their eyes ,
Says, “You’ll never be alone, not mine.”

I mother the child still in me
With every hug I give away,
For the little girl who still needed
What I give them every day.

I wear the name Super Momma
Like a crown and battle scar
Because I became the hero
I once wished for from afar.

In dusk-lit fields where shadows lean,
The sunflowers bow, a sullen scene
Their golden heads in somber trance,
Charmed by the storm’s relentless dance.

They wear the rain like cloaks of night,
A lover’s touch both fierce and slight.
They ache beneath the tempest’s breath,
Bound to a beauty carved by death.

Roots entangled, darkly tied,
They crave the storm yet long to hide.
Bending close yet standing tall,
Bruised by the rain but enthralled by the fall.

When morning breaks, they tilt toward dawn,
But hold the night in petals drawn.
They shine by scars no sun can see
A love that’s forged in agony.