Whisper to the winds of your own becoming,
let your soul drift through unspoken dreams.
The universe will listen,
and your name will find its wings.

My heart burns with the fierce fire of your love.
Are you willing to share these flames with me?
If so, you will be my greatest treasure—
worth more than diamonds.

Your light outshines the brightest stars
in the deepest night.
When our flames meet, we will become one,
and your cold will finally melt away,
leaving behind the lonely snowy mountains.

Let my fire consume you—
fearless, whole, and true.
I long to sink into your depths,
to lose myself within you.

I dream of a perfect world where we live entwined,
happily ever after.
And when we die,
may we depart as Baucis and Philemon—
forever bound,
entwined in eternity.

Cities to move,
jobs to begin,
essays to shape,
poems to spin.

Books to read,
songs to feel,
wounds to close,
and time to heal.

A life to build
with steady flame
not from nothing,
but from name.

A name I gave,
a self I chose
the girl who stayed
when no one knows.

Let them vanish,
fade, pretend
I write the start,
I choose the end.

I envy the immortality of poets and writers—
how their spirits linger through the beauty they’ve penned.
You reminded me that words, though born of mortal hands,
can render our fleeting lives eternal.

Our love shall live on in these letters.
Long after we’re gone, our great-grandchildren—
even strangers who never knew our names—
will read them and feel the pulse of what we were.
In their minds, we’ll rise again.

When I leave this world,
let these precious lines be my footprints.
I’ll carry no regrets—
for I’ll meet you in a better place,
and our story will echo long after we’re gone.

They will know that we were here.
We lived, we loved, and we departed—
wrapped in joy, hand in hand.
And as we cross into eternity,
these words will keep our flame alive in this fleeting world.

While sunlight blinds our eyes,
while I sit in your lap,
bathed in golden warmth,
and drinking in the view—
they will be reading this billet doux.

You didn’t just fumble love
you lost a whole cinematic universe
without even noticing.
You blurred out a photo
we never took but could have.
A story half-told,
a masterpiece left in pencil
then folded away,
forgotten in the drawer of what-ifs.

A cold case love—
a story I keep trying to rewind.
Love letters, rose petals… every trace left behind.

The last tear slips down in quiet pain,
knowing things will never be the same.
I wipe it away, swallowed by shame,
still trying—
always in vain.
You never cared the same.

Once my soul was a chest,
guarding jewels bright and pure—
but now those gems have turned to coal,
their colors faded into ash.

Tiny dark coals lie scattered
among cigarette ashes,
my spirit cloaked in dust and smoke.

I lack the strength to cleanse myself—
to wipe away this heavy veil.

I ache for the purity I once held,
yet live trapped in shadows.
No hand reaches out to soothe,
no voice calls me from the dark.

You locked me in the basement
of your cold, unyielding heart—
no light to guide me through.

I entered your castle with open hands,
harmless and hopeful,
but you chained me
in your deepest dungeon.

Still, it is you I plead with—
for I am too broken,
too weak,
to find the way out alone.

The sky has been grey for days,
and I can’t tell if it’s the weather or my heart.
Maybe the sun will shine when I feel lighter—
or maybe I’ll feel lighter
when the clouds finally drift away.

When I first fell in love, I didn’t know I was stepping into the dark.
I never thought the man I loved would be the one to bury me alive.
You killed my dreams one by one,
extinguished the stars I once looked at with hope,
wiped the smile I used to wear so easily.

I wanted cities.
I wanted us tangled beneath wild skies,
with moonlight dripping on our bare skin,
lost in places untouched by time.

But you brought nothing.
No flowers, no joy—just silence and scars.
Maybe you’ll finally bring roses
when I’m rotting in the ground.

Still, you haunt me.
I hate that your touch can still raise goosebumps on my skin.
It’s sick, what you still do to me.

When your hands were on me,
I felt like I was standing at the edge of something holy—
a mountain, a fall,
a fire.

Climb me one last time.
Find the fountain behind the hills.
Drink from it ’til it burns your throat.
I want you choking on what you never deserved.

I was meant to be a masterpiece
but I remain a sketch
left leaning against the wall,
my outlines fading in the silence.

The brush never touched me.
No colors ever dared to fill me in.
I am paused mid-creation,
a ghost of what I could’ve been.

Turned away from the light,
as if my presence is too loud,
too much,
too unfinished to be seen.

Not art.
Not ruin.
Just something left behind
too heavy to display,
too delicate to destroy,
too much of a burden to face.

Nothing lasts forever.
We’ve reached our end.
We consumed every beautiful feeling—
and drained each other dry.

I embraced you, flaws and all.
I saw you in your highest light,
and in your darkest storm.
I saw the faces you wore
when you loved me
and when you scared me.

Now I’m a wreckage on the tracks,
and recovery feels impossible.
But I won’t make the same old mistakes.
I won’t commit the same old sins.

I’ll never love the same way again.
I’ll never trust like that again.
And I’ll never let you fool me again.

Yes, I’ll sleep until it all fades.
But I won’t wake up beside you.

I’ll watch the sea in summer—
when the water is impossibly blue.
And I won’t think about what we once did.
I’ll only let it give me hope—
to begin again.
Alone.

I must go far away.
To a place you’ll never find me.

You made me feel like I was left homeless in the winter cold.
At the end of the day, everyone has a place to return to—
a warm light, a waiting soul.
I used to run to you,
just to hold you,
just to let your arms lift the weight off my shoulders.
Now where do I go?
I wander beneath the darkened sky,
no door to knock on,
no arms to fall into.
Just me—
a stray in the pouring rain.
And I’ll never forget
how you made me feel that way.

Let us leave the darkness behind.
Hold my hand—
let your touch give me the strength to take that first step.
I want your soul to meet the healed version of mine—
a brand new me,
one who has shed the past like old skin.
It’s time we finally cherish what we once had.
We never truly understood the value of each other.

Look me in the eye
and tell me you love me.
Let those words revive me.
My heart will stir again,
starving for warmth,
for blood that runs red and real through my veins.

So speak—
say you love me,
and I will awaken.

No need to fast—
drink from me, feed on me.
I am your sustenance—
the water you thirst for,
the air in your lungs.
I am the one who gives you life.

November…
The month of yellow leaves,
breezy winds, and unfinished feelings.
A quiet unease drifts through the air.

The month of broken hearts,
half-told love stories…
Of feeling left behind,
of feeling alone.

The moment our bodies pull like magnets,
I’ll wrap my legs around you and draw you in.
We’ll close our eyes and vanish into the pulse of pleasure—
addicts chasing color behind shut lids.
Send me your sins; I am ready for the divine exchange.
This is a form of worship.

Every inch of me is prepared for your reverence.
Gentle touches will give way to rough kisses and bites.
Days will melt into nights,
the moon replacing the sun,
and still, we’ll remain in our chamber—
like fire and gunpowder.

Strike the match.
Set us alight.
I fear no flame,
for burning with you is its own kind of high.
Let me lose all sense of time when I’m with you.

Before I met you, I didn’t know what patience was.
I was never the waiting kind.
But you taught me.

Your love taught me how to wait—
for hours, just to see your name light up my phone,
for days, just to see you walk through the door again.

Now I understand:
Love takes time.
We hustle day and night, building our home
even when the days blur by without a glimpse of one another.

But still—we both know:
we have each other.

You know I’ll always be here, waiting.
We move through crowds, grind through work,
but at the end of the days,
the weeks,
the months—
we always find our way back.

You are my peace,
my soft place to land at the end of every storm.

No matter what comes,
I know you’ll open that door,
wrap your arms around me,
and love me—flaws and all.

And I love you.
I could never erase you.
Our souls are tied,
and no one can undo that.

You are mine.
And I… am all yours.

If we are to build a family,
let it be glorious.
Bring your body closer—
let our skin speak in joy,
let our souls dance in the hush between heartbeats.
From our merging,
golden fruit shall blossom.

Will you worship the hips
that cracked open to deliver our children?
They will be the treasure we searched the world to find—
not diamonds,
not pearls,
but the sacred wealth of a home made whole.

I am ready to swim
in this ocean of joy.
Let’s leave the shore behind,
dive deep into the waters
where we will build an empire—
hidden, eternal, ours.

Let me take you there.
Let us thrive.

I’m a rootless flower,
floating on the surface of the water,
carried wherever the current dares to take me.

I have no roots,
no ties to anyone.

If I cross paths with you while floating,
we can bloom together—
until the current pulls us toward separate shores.

I won’t mourn you.
I will keep floating,
on my own.

I do not fear the rocks ahead
or the wildness of the tide.

And one day,
you’ll come across another rootless flower—
and you’ll forget
I ever existed.

As the days, weeks, and months pass,
every memory will begin to fade…
First, I’ll forget the shape of your face,
then the scent that used to linger.
Soon, even the good and the bad
will slip quietly through the cracks of time.
It hurts now,
but time is gentle with its erasing.
Healing is slow—
but it always comes.

Behind closed doors and drawn curtains,
we shared laughter and bitter cries.
We did unspeakable things to each other—
our home, both hell and heaven.

We hurt, we healed,
then fell again into the same nightmares.
I loved the chaos, the thrill—the highs and lows.
One day, you loved me fiercely;
the next, you were ice-cold.

There were moments I felt invisible
in your overwhelming ego’s shadow.
You stole my dreams,
drowned out my aspirations.
My life became yours—
no light left in my eyes.

I sank into darkness,
holding your hand,
letting you lead me deeper still.
I embraced the void,
closed my eyes and lips—
blind and mute.

You became my voice,
my sight,
my master puppeteer—
pulling strings to shape
the woman of your dreams.

Have I become her?
If that’s what you want—
I’ll drape her long hair over mine,
paint my face to mimic hers,
dress in her clothes,
and act her part.

Fires turned to cold, hard stone,
Joy replaced by nights alone.
I offered you the shore, the sky
You watched in silence, passed me by.
Now I let go of sweet old dreams,
The late-night thoughts, the quiet beams.

when someone fuels your creativity this much,
it’s not because they’re your destiny.
it’s because they’re your trigger.
a mirror.
a reflection you had to confront
so you could finally speak in your own voice.

Did you ruin everything because you didn’t follow the script I had in mind—
or did I ruin it all by forcing you into a role you were never meant to play?
Who’s to blame now that the curtain’s fallen?
Both of us… or neither?

Maybe we were perfect—just not for each other’s stories.
I cast you as the hero,
but you became the villain.

And sure, a villain can be a hero in someone else’s tale…
but I don’t want to watch you play that part.
I’d rather you remain the villain—
in mine.

Whether in shadow or light,
being with you is always worth celebrating.
Every moment—each glance, each sound of your voice—
feels like a quiet miracle.

Time bends around us, slipping through our fingers
like golden sand—too fast, too fleeting.
The only sorrow is knowing
our time together always ends.

When I’m with you, I crave eternity.
I want our moments to stretch beyond time,
to live outside clocks and calendars.
Can you promise me forever?
Can we make time stand still—together?

How do I fill the emptiness in my chest?
It feels like someone tore my heart out—
and it’s been bleeding ever since.
I want to reach out to you,
but there’s no way back.
What now?

I hold no power against death.
When its time arrives, it will take you from me—or me from you.
Yet I feel no fear,
because I know I’ll meet you on the other side.

Everything ends.
And when the final page turns,
you’ll find me there—
waiting.

A toast to new beginnings—
may the dark past blur and the future blaze bright.
Heaven won’t wait for me,
so I must go ahead.

I’ll bathe in holy waters,
sip wine from the sacred grail,
feast, rejoice,
and wait for you.

When your soul slips free
and you step into Heaven’s light,
I’ll be the only thing you seek—
and I’ll be right there.

I am never returning to that good girl—
not for you, nor for anyone.
Once she falls to darkness,
she is lost forever.

No more tears for your memory,
no more waiting awake until dawn,
face stained with salt and regret,
glass in one hand,
your favorite wine in the other—
while my anthem rings loud in defiance.

You never loved the woman I truly was,
never cared for the world that lived inside me.
You never tried to cherish what I held sacred.
I gave all I had—lost myself
in the desperate hope that you’d love this madness.

Are you proud of the ghost you forged?
A vengeful spirit
that will haunt you
until your last breath.

Loving you was a price too high to pay—
I bled and burned and broke.
Now it’s your turn.
Brace yourself for the wrath
of the woman you destroyed.