A stormy night
I was drawn towards the waves
You pulled me back to the shore
So worried that I would drown
You held me tight
till it was dawn.

Sunlight beams down on us,
as we stand side by side,
wearing matching outfits,
laughing.
Sure siblings are supposed to hate each other,
but, in that moment,
we were more than just siblings.
We were two hearts,
soaring high in the sky,
ready to face the world,
together.

I dive in,
becoming the main character.
I see a world,
so beautiful and blinding,
tears dripped down.

But, I was smiling.

I looked around me,
taking it all in,
wishing it could last forever.

But, as I went deeper and deeper,
it was time to come out again,
back into reality.
Though my reality might not be as perfect,
it's just as beautiful,
I realize,
as the story ends.

4 months Is not enough
Not enough to know
Anything
Or
Anyone

Not enough to know how I feel
Not enough to tell you how I feel
Not enough to tell you how I am

Not enough to know
Not enough for you to feel how I feel towards you
Not enough for me to feel how you feel towards me

4 months Is not enough
Not enough to know
Anything
Or
Anyone

They say, ‘Eyes are the window to the soul’
And I agree
And I feel
Maybe
That’s true
Because ever since you and I have exchanged our vows
My vision have become blurry
Blurred by love

Blurred to see any better
Blurred to find any new

I think it is a curse
But
Maybe it is not

Maybe I’ve found treasure
And it’s shine has faded my vision

But maybe it’s a curse
But
Maybe it is not

It’s only clearly when I see you
It’s only clearly when I love you

And I feel all belonged to you
And maybe
That’s true

Because ever since you and I have exchanged our vows
My vision had become blurry
Blurred by love

I see you in the space between streetlights,
where the wind tastes like October
and the leaves whisper your name.
I told myself I wouldn’t go back there,
but memory is a cruel, old house—
doors always open, floorboards aching.

You left your sweater in my closet,
a ghost I never learned to bury.
I wear it when the air gets cold,
pretending it still smells like you,
pretending I don’t feel like the house we built
has been condemned.

It’s funny how we used to love the fall,
how we swore we’d never be like them,
the people who left when things got hard,
the people who stopped saying goodnight.
And now, I walk past strangers
wearing your face in their shadows,
and you, somewhere,
are learning how to love without me.

I don’t know what’s scarier—
the ghosts, or the fact
that I let myself become one.

she stole a ring
& called it forever.
i said yes
because i wanted
to believe her.

i carried us—
the bills, the food,
the fights.
she carried
nothing
but the matches
she used
to burn me.

she made me leave love
then punished me
for trying to find it again.

& still—
she gets the happy ending.
& i get
the trauma.

but i know now:

love doesn’t
ask you to bleed
& call it
home.