His eyes are my favorite color not a color, really, but a gathering. Every shade drifts there in soft dots, whispering into one another, until they become a deep blue gray ocean, quiet, steady, endless. Around the pupil, an auburn ring burns low, like a secret sun refusing to fade. I believe some...Read more
•Because we might keep them and then what excuse would remain. •Because discipline looks suspiciously like self respect. •Because resting without permission could collapse the economy. •Because forgiving ourselves sets a dangerous precedent. •Because if we leave, what hurts us we may never learn end...Read more
Soft dusk holds its breath, Moonlight stitches silver depth, Night sings, nothing left. #kurhyme...Read more
The devil couldn't reach me, so he whispered your name into the wind, hoping it would unsettle my quiet heart. But instead of fear, it brought a flicker, a strange glow, as if even the darkness had realized that I am no longer so easily broken....Read more
It grows without permission this love, pushing through rib and bone like roots cracking stone. Some days, it feels holy, a quiet bloom in the dark. Other days, it aches, too large for the space my heart can give it. But still, it rises, again and again, an endless reaching toward someone I can’t s...Read more
I can’t sleep at night your memory rises like a tide and carries me with it. Your beauty never settles; it moves in me, slow and certain, like a truth I can’t turn away from. In the dark, when the world is quiet, your presence grows deeper than any dream I could fall into. And I stay awake, held ...Read more
I zoned out at the shower drain, its whirlpool tracing the storm you carry. Yet your soul runs clear, letting slip all that doesn’t belong. Gentle eddies twist and spin small, chaotic, tender, alive echoing the weight you bear inside. A lucid vortex of feeling, pulling, reflecting, through the end...Read more
I want a love that mirrors me, not a glance, not a fragment, but the same fire, the same surrender. I pour myself without pause, but my heart longs for hands that reach equally, for a soul that spills as freely as I do. I dream of being met in the same rhythm, my giving reflected back, so that lo...Read more
I was never unloved, only unheard in rooms where my roots pressed against indifferent walls. Still I bloomed, lifting my heart toward unfamiliar skies, pouring water into deserts, pouring oceans into hollowed hands. But some people return only teaspoons, not out of malice, but because they never l...Read more
He’s like glittering alcohol to me, not the drink, but the feeling after; that warm blur of courage and chaos, the world tilting just enough to glow. When he’s near, my pulse forgets restraint, edges soften, rules dissolve. He doesn’t touch me, he intoxicates me, each word, a slow swirl in my veins...Read more
Between lilies, your name begins to bloom, soft syllables trembling in morning dew. Roses lean toward your breath, their thorns surrender in silence. The wind gathers jasmine secrets, petals fall, small confessions of desire. Even the sun blushes among violets, jealous of how gently you make beauty...Read more
I forget things keys on tables, words mid-breath, dreams that fade with dawn’s first sigh. But never you. You are written in the quiet between heartbeats, a whisper the wind refuses to erase. Time may blur the world’s sharp edges, but your name it burns softly, like a candle that outlives the ni...Read more
The mirror whispers lies, my dear, its silver tongue too sharp, too clear. It tells you shape, it tells you shade, but never speaks of what you’ve made the laughter sown in broken days, the kindness built from ash and haze. The mirror shows the outer skin, but not the galaxies within not the storms...Read more
You stand before me and the air itself forgets to move. Every breath I take seems borrowed from your silence. Your nearness bends the world time slows, light leans toward you. I could trace eternity in the small tremor of *your* voice, in the pause between *your* words. And yet I cannot touch you ...Read more