I arrived barefoot
tongue heavy with borrowed syntax
eyes trained on the flicker between gestures
the way a hand hesitates before reaching
the way silence folds itself into a question.

I mistook bruises for constellations
mapped them across the skin like ancient routes
each one a pilgrimage
each one a failed translation.

I thought pain had grammar
that longing could be conjugated
into something less feral.

the heart is not a scroll.
it does not unroll neatly.
it bleeds through the margins
smudges the ink
laughs at the scholar in me
who still believes in clarity.

I touched someone once
and felt their grief like static
a hum beneath the ribs
a Morse code of everything unsaid.

I tried to decode it
but the symbols kept shifting
love became hunger
hunger became apology
apology became a door
I could not open.

I am still learning
that some hieroglyphs are meant to be lived
not read.
that some wounds speak in tongues
only the body understands.
that to be human
is to misinterpret
and keep interpreting
until the ache becomes a kind of fluency.

The way you treated me,
After all you did to me,
Now suddenly your mood changed,
Is this game you played?

After you said no,
I was broken into pieces,
But now you want to change the flow,
Still — I’ll rather say no.

Let me tell you what you are:
A narcissist so bizarre,
A girl with bad hair,
A girl with no self-care.

You were too short for me anyways,
A dwarf with a bloated head,
One whose integrity is dead.
I’ll pass on this offer —
Because what is that you can differ?

Erase me from your life,
Stop dreaming of being my wife,
Cause my answer is still no —
Is all you need to know.

I wish you a great life ahead —
A Life with new beginning,
A life with some self-respect;
As you all have some right now,
Was straight up disrespect.

If only you had said yes before,
God knows what we could explore,
But you have now become my foe,
An annoying little crow.

You destroyed me from inside out,
I wept until my eyes dried out.
Your thoughts were moving in my head,
Now they are locked away in a shed.

I can’t forget all that,
We can’t just start from the back,
I will hate you for the rest of my life,
A fire that will burn bright.

I wish you could just vanish,
Those memories that have tarnished,
But you are still standing in front of me,
With the attitude of a wannabe.

My answer will always be no,
Forget I was your beau,
This is the best we both can do,
Nothing more to review.
You are just the thief of my life,
Which I have killed with a sharpen knife.

May my eyes never recognize you if I ever see you again,
Cause if I do, the glass barrier I scrapped up might break down in your presence..
May my heart forget the pain of loving in vain,
Cause no more scars can decor my soul..
May the whispers of your name be forgotten one by one,
Cause each time I hear it, a surge of pain rises in my chest as if to remind that I would never move on... Not from you..
May the memories of the old days be erased,
Cause as they dive deep, the untidy wounds hidden beneath gets exposed leaving me vulnerable once again..
I never prayed to God, but now I pray, May your words fade away and your absence wither away,
Cause I'm fragile and I can't take it anymore.

This heart to love — abrupt,
a door slammed open in the storm.

No warning, no gentle knock,
just the rush of something that's
too vast to hold.

And this face, a gallery of what remains:
a canvas carved by wounds, a battlefield’s
aftermath; a work of art painted by scars —
proof that breaking is its own design.

Everyone always says that time heals wounds, but are wound ever really healed if they healed why do I still see the scars, why do I still feel the pain time does not heal wound it only buries it, but it will be dug up again.

I cannot silence it.

Words simmer forth from void to
Bone to skin.

Seep through
Sludge
Gold flecked river bottom

Rising up
Steady and thick with spirit
With blood
All of your silenced selves

Lanced from the wounds of the
Midnight hour
You clutch your own skin
Hot and red
Strip away the heavy years that
Told you to be quiet.

Howl in agony,

Sing

Whistle the ghosts in through the Windows cracked just so
The crisp night air weaves like
Snakes of ice
Around your neck and now

You write

You write

You write.