On the dull, glittering white pearl,
A shining, soft light of swirls,
And on that pearl lives a little girl.

The leaves in her mind have blown away,
Leaving a bare branch in the bay.
She wonders if this is the way
Of thinking—on this pearl she stays.

Maybe it was your laugh,
Or your eyes,
Or your smile,
It could've been your hair,
Your personality,
The way you act,
Or even your voice,
But ****,
you made me fall for you pretty **** hard.

They say don’t hate a boy too much,
Or one day, the lines might start to blur.
I swore I’d never change my view,
Yet something feels… different than before.

We barely talk, just passing by,
Yet his name lingers in the quiet.
Maybe we changed, or maybe not.

My brain’s a vending machine
with the snacks all stuck—
ideas jammed,
buttons broken,
and no one’s got the right coin.

Much like you
I feel pain
when I am wounded

I cry
when my heart
shatters quietly

I begin to doubt
when silence
lingers too long

And I light like fire
when I feel
seen by you

because, much like you,
I want to be truly loved
even if it’s the last thing I do.

I named the clouds just to feel known,
told secrets to a skipping stone.
The wind replied with riddles sweet—
I laughed, alone, on crowded streets.