Under the sunlight, I am only a candle,
shaking in the arms of the slightest breeze.
It’s pretty—like youth they speak of in poems,
but it never lands the same on me.

Anger, comparison, insecurity—my heavy breath.
Tears and these headphones
are the only air I know how to breathe.

Loving myself—
harder than teaching fire to bow to the earth.
Gravity feels kinder than grace.

Yet in the caves where no one remembers the way,
I can still paint the dark in gold.
I can still make the cold feel warm.

I am needed.
I am loved.
Sometimes.

So tell me—
do I give my light to this moment,
spill every flame into the night,
or keep it sleeping in my chest,
fearing the day when morning arrives
with a sun too cruel to touch,
and a rain too tender to notice
when it drowns me?

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.

I came into this world like a song—
soft, fleeting, and full of wonder.
And one day, I will leave
just as quietly.
Like the last light before night falls.

Bury my fragments in earth’s quiet hands,
let my ashes ripple through sleeping seas.
Cry, but only like morning dew—
brief, tender, and full of love.

If you must cry,
let your tears be gentle.
Like the rain that falls in spring—
not to grieve,
but to grow.

When you look up at the sky,
and a star seems to shine just for you,
know that it’s me—
loving you from a distance
only souls can reach.

And when the wind brushes your cheek,
or rain kisses your hands,
know that I’ve returned—
Not as sorrow.
But as love.
A promise that never left.

I do not love you
like a traveler loves a view—
I love you
like a secret loves silence,
like depth craves depth.

You are not just water—
you are emotion in motion,
a hymn sung by moonlight,
a soul with salt and storm
in your veins.

I love how you breathe
without needing anyone to notice.
How your tides rise and fall
without shame,
how your waves hold both peace
and power.

I love that you rage
when the sky grows cruel,
that you speak in roars
when you're no longer heard.

You are not just blue—
you are every feeling
I’ve ever buried,
every tear the world
never saw me cry.

And I,
fragile yet fierce,
quiet yet alive,
found in your vastness
a mirror.

I do not visit you.
I return to you.
For in your depths,
I remember—
I am made of wild things too.

Tell me your score, let’s settle the floor,
Did you make that college or just talk some more?
Got a degree? Cool, but what's that prove?
You flexin' empty, I’m in a real groove.

Bottom of the chain? Yeah, that’s where I dine.
Still fightin’ hard like the crown is mine.
You call me dumb? Then what are you?
A leech suckin’ peace just to feel brand new?

I failed? So what, I’m still in the game.
Even if Elon said my name in shame,
I’d look him dead in the face, no fear,
Like—“I don’t believe you, billionaire.”

Nah, you won’t cry in my grave.
You ain’t payin’ my rent.
So zip that hate,
I don’t need your two cent.

I grind like you,
Clock time like you,
Work for bosses who don’t rhyme like you.

Call me broken, call me late,
Call me names, go tempt your fate.
But don’t you dare, nah not today—
Don’t you ever call me weak — okay?

You don't know my fire,
You just see my scars.
But stars ain't born —
They're forged in wars.

I’ve wandered through nights that felt like oceans without shore, each step a tide pulling at my weary bones, the world a storm too loud for my quiet heart—but listen, you are not alone. There’s a lighthouse in you no wave can swallow, no shadow can dim. It’s okay to cry, to rest, to let the rain rinse the dust from your spirit. You are not broken, you are still unfolding, like dawn peeling open the night. Every scar is a star on your map, guiding you back to yourself. One day you’ll turn around and see the miles you’ve crossed. So lift your head, breathe, and take the next small step—not to escape, but to finally come home. I’m here. Always.

family loves you most
family cares for you most
family knows about you most
family feels for you most
family annoys you most