Born and raised with smiles,
but the sky was always cracked.
Pills shatter in my hand—
fragile ghosts of sleep.
Unreliable… like time slipping sideways.

Scars rise in dreams,
whispering their secrets to the dark.
I’ve got you now—
you, the shadow, the mirror,
stroking my nerves to rest,
to quiet the beast inside.

I remember you as a crush,
when the sun burned softer,
when the roads seemed endless.
Now I hold you,
a treasure,
a puzzle.

Piece by piece, I feel you—
bursting with words,
breaking the silence,
rewriting the dream.