soon, the day will come.
i won’t rely on you anymore.
the light will return, and i will blossom.
i’ll start taking care of myself,
i won’t depend on you
to pick me up when i fall.
because i won’t fall anymore.
i won’t need anyone but myself,
and when that day comes,
everything will change and i will be better.

Some mornings are darker than the nights.

everything is temporary always
even if the marker
can’t be erased
the mirror can still
be broken.

Scars say
The thousands of words
That never left my mouth

We wish to have loved and lived, and we wish to have died then to not have tried at all.