Wear the logo.
Sip the overpriced latte.
Smile like you belong.

But deep down—
you traded truth
for a tag.

Fake gold glows too,
until it rains.

Don’t plant your worth
in damp soil
just to grow rice
for someone else’s plate.

Luxury?
Maybe.
But only if illusion is your favorite fabric.

Real talk—
your worth isn’t worn,
it’s lived.

Love seems far
And I want to love
Am I just not worth it?

They said my ex had a heart attack
I was surprised
When did he have a heart?

My mom chose someone's mom's burial over her own daughter's graduation

Hits hard

i don’t write about you
as often as i used to.
i feel sorry about that.
you still make everything
feel like a love story.
even when my hands shake,
even when the days are heavy,
you hold me like the ending
could still be happy.

i love you in quieter ways now,
in glances, in waiting,
in letting myself stay.
and that matters more
than any poem ever could.
but still, i’ll try to write you one
anyway.