Some days,
it feels like I'm the ghost
in my own life.
Quiet.
Unseen.
Held together
by maybes
and caffeine.

The ones who should've stayed
left marks instead.
And love -
it felt more like
a dare I kept losing.

But still,
I make my bed.
I hum a song I half-remember.
I laugh
at things that aren't funny
just to feel my voice again.

I don't shine big.
Not yet.
But **** it -
I glow.
And that's something.

You loved me quiet,
kept it low -
a secret spot
where no one'd know.

You fed me lines,
then cut the string,
left me hanging
on everything.

I made you light
when you were smoke,
I held on tight
and nearly choked.

You let me fall
without a sound -
and still, I hoped
you'd turn around.

But love like that?
it doesn't stay.
It fades like you -
just walks away.

I've stopped trying to make sense of anything.
The vibes are weird,
my charger's missing,
and I think I cried over a bagel this morning.

Growth?
Yeah, I guess.
I didn't text back my ex today.
That's something.

My goals are ambitious:
Eat breakfast,
drink water,
and not emotionally spiral before noon.

I keep saying "it is what it is,"
but I have no clue what "it" is
or why it's so dramatic all the time.

I tried journaling.
Wrote "I'm tired" seventeen times
and called it a breakthrough.

People say "be present,"
but I left my focus in 2019
next to my sense of stability and charger cube.

Some days I feel unstoppable.
Other days I stare at the wall
like it's got answers.

I'm not winning,
but I'm not losing either.
I'm just....here.

Breathing.
Sort of thriving.
Accidentally funny.

Which honestly,
is the most relatable thing I've ever been.

When the road gets rough and the nights get cold,
When the weight's too heavy and the fear takes hold,
Stand your ground- don't run, don't hide.
There's fire in your heart and steel in your stride.

Bruised and battered, bent but proud,
Still you rise, still you're loud.
Let the doubters talk, let the storms all rage,
You're more than a chapter- you're writing the page.

So tighten your fists and lift your chin,
The battle isn't over - you're built to win.

We were nothing.
But you knew it could've been something.

You felt it.
You just weren't brave enough to hold it.

I wasn't asking for a future.
Just for you to show up in the present.

But every time I got close,
you pulled back.

You said things that sounded like want,
but acted like maybe.

I gave you softness.
You gave me silence.

And now you want to talk.
Now that I've swallowed the ache,
now that I've stopped reaching.

But where were you
when I was trying to believe this could be real?

Still stuck in the past.
Still chasing what broke you.

If you'd shown up-
really shown up-
we could've built something.

But now you'll never know.

Because I'm done waiting
for someone who only knows hot arrive
once the door's already closed.

I used to sit with lips sewn tight,
A quiet storm, a dying light.
You called me soft, a passing breeze-
Now watch me bring you to your knees.

I counted cracks inside my head,
While you forgot the words I said.
I broke in silence, nice and sweet-
But now I'm fire wrapped in heat.

I overthought, rewrote the script,
I let your name burn on my lips.
You made me a ghost, but gave her claws,
And now she's coming just because

Everything built by fear
will fall by its own hand.

History forgets.
Power lies.
Walls rot.
Names change.

And still -
there is a current under the noise.
A pulse in the dust.
A thousand invisible hands
holding up the sky.

We are not promised survival.
But we are proof it is possible.