Sync
Miles between, yet souls align,
He’s the moon, and still he’s mine.
Thursday 17th April 2025 9:27 pm
Dear pain
I see you there, inside my chest,
A shadow I never chose—just guessed.
You came in silence, stayed too long,
Turned my soft heart into a song
Of “why me?” and “what’s wrong with care?”
Of empty rooms and love unfair.
You whispered, “You're too much, too deep,”
While I held others' hurt and lost my sleep.
But I’m not broken—I just feel,
And that’s not weakness, that is real.
I won’...
Friday 11th April 2025 6:19 pm
Mirror at 2am
I sleep when the stars forget to shine,
Eyes wide open, scrolling time.
2AM — my haunted hour,
Where silence hums with quiet power.
One night, the mirror caught me off-guard,
No angles, no edits, just me — hard.
Muscles softened, edges blurred,
A body I knew, now slightly slurred.
Flesh where firmness used to cling,
Like my strength got up and left in spring.
No tears, just a stare t...
Tuesday 8th April 2025 8:18 am

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