I downloaded Duolingo,
thought, “Cool, I’ll learn some French!”
But now that little owl
got me living on the bench.

I opened it for practice,
just fooling around,
but now I know Korean—
about two hundred words down!

I practice small sentences,
I sound kinda neat,
like (saranghae) —
and sometimes (shebal!) in heat.

Chinese is harder,
I’ll admit with a sigh,
but hey, twenty words—
I can still order chai.

I skipped one single lesson,
just ONE—don’t roll your eyes,
next thing I know he’s texting me:
“Practice… or goodbyes.”

I chase K-dramas nightly,
my goal is quite clear:
understand the crying scene
before subs appear!

But the owl is relentless,
he haunts me in my dreams,
taps on my window,
and silently screams.

I drill German phrases
before I even pray,
and sometimes I swear I hear him whisper:
“Now… Italian with me.”

So if one day you see me
laugh, gasp, or freeze,
just know it’s not me losing it—
it’s that green-eyed nightmare
telling me to learn… or else.

Your name still lights up my screen,
but it’s only in old messages
I can’t bring myself to delete.

I scroll back,
pretending the past
is just one reply away.

The typing bubble never comes.

Silence
is louder than any goodbye-
it hums in my chest,
a reminder that love
can vanish without a sound.

The world keeps moving,
but I’m stuck in yesterday,
holding conversations
that only exist in my head.

If heartbreak had a ringtone,
it would be the quiet
that follows your absence.

I don’t just teach—I enchant the mind,
And after class, I redefine.
My hips don’t lie, they draft a plan,
That no exam could ever scan.

I grade with grace, but make no slips,
My lectures end with bitten lips.
I walk in heels like breaking news—
A headline every man would choose.

My smile? A thesis—soft but sly,
My touch? A storm that kisses dry.
I don’t just love, I architect,
A symphony of cause and effect.

They ask if I’m submissive? Please—
I write the rules and hold the keys.
He thinks he leads? I let him dream.
But I’m the current in the stream.

With one slow whisper, I command,
His logic breaks beneath my hand.
And when I’m done? He’ll understand—
That *** with me is never planned.

It’s art, it’s war, it’s sweet release,
It’s chaos dancing into peace.
Not just a woman—I'm the test,
That proves if he can touch my best.

Fallen autumn leaf,
Silent breath, the still earth sleeps—
Time's last whispered sigh.

You are my sunshine, my gentle light,
The warmth that holds me through the night.
When skies are heavy, and shadows fall,
Your voice, your smile, it breaks them all.

But clouds will gather, and time may fade,
The golden hues begin to shade.
Yet in my heart, you'll always stay,
My sunshine bright, my brightest day.

You were a chapter, a fleeting song,
A place I stayed, but not for long.
We built a home on fragile ground,
And lost the love we thought we’d found.

But still, I hope you find your peace,
That broken hearts can one day cease.
Though we're apart, I’ll always care—
A quiet love still lingers there.

You are the roots that hold me still,
The gentle strength, the iron will.
Through every tear and every fall,
You stood beside me through it all.

Your love, a light that guides my way,
A steady hand, come night or day.
No words could ever quite convey,
The love I feel for you today.