They say don’t hate a boy too much,
Or one day, the lines might start to blur.
I swore I’d never change my view,
Yet something feels… different than before.

We barely talk, just passing by,
Yet his name lingers in the quiet.
Maybe we changed, or maybe not.

My brain’s a vending machine
with the snacks all stuck—
ideas jammed,
buttons broken,
and no one’s got the right coin.

Much like you
I feel pain
when I am wounded

I cry
when my heart
shatters quietly

I begin to doubt
when silence
lingers too long

And I light like fire
when I feel
seen by you

because, much like you,
I want to be truly loved
even if it’s the last thing I do.

I named the clouds just to feel known,
told secrets to a skipping stone.
The wind replied with riddles sweet—
I laughed, alone, on crowded streets.

late assignments,
fake smiles,
quiet cries in bathroom tiles.

coffee cold,
tears hot,
people ask,
but then they don’t.

laugh too loud,
then fall apart,
holding duct tape to my heart.

“you okay?”
—“just tired.”
(again.)

it’s not like I said it out loud,
not like I claimed it,
or made it a vow—
but still,
somehow,
it stings.

they laugh,
they tease,
and I stay still,
smile small,
heart heavy,
but chill.

because nobody knows,
right?
so I don’t have the right
to feel
this…
anything.