A collection of poems and reflections. Exploring vulnerability, resonance, and the quiet moments in between.
A poem about quiet endings repeating themselves in ways too small to notice.
A quiet observation of the objects that remain when people disappear.
loving someone meant handing them the softest part of your throat and trusting they would never press. I'm exploring the depth of devotion, the ache of being left with a version of yourself you can only access through their eyes, and the courage it takes to love without measure or guarantees.
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