Human after all.

The poet exists in fragments, so does the poetry.

Grief-worn, rain-drowned.

Any moment now, yes?

I don't :)

My pleasure, I'm so honoured my work could do that for you. Thank you for being here!🤍🍀

Another month. Another season. Another poem.

I burn for you. I wonder if you're warm enough.

I cut my hair after growing it out for over a year. I'll change. I'll change.

Wanted to experiment a little with structure this time, there's a bit of visual poetry woven into the piece, with a touch of contrapuntal form at the beginning. I've been feeling pretty uninspired and exhausted lately, so it feels good to have put even a little bit of myself into creating something again. Hope everyone experiencing this intense heatwave is taking care of themselves. ♡

"With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite. How rare and beautiful it is to even exist." - Saturn by Sleeping At Last.

I break everything apart only to watch you bleed through all that's mine.

"And if there is a God, he's the bond that's between us two" - stupid song by Olivia Rodrigo

Fragmented self.

"You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be, and I don't wanna go home right now" - Iris by The Goo Goo dolls.

I was born to learn grief, so you shall be the subject of all of mine.

Did I say too much? Did I speak too loud?