the hallway hums
with nothing there,
but something cold
just kissed the air.

my blanket's tight,
I dare not breathe—
the dark has teeth
and hides beneath.

the mirror twists
behind my head,
my face still smiles
when I’ve fled.

there’s scratching sounds
inside the walls,
a lullaby
for late-night calls.

and when I blink,
it steps in slow—
the thing I pray
will never show.

Love wasn’t soft with us.
It was claws and knives,
a hunger in your eyes
that bled every time we touched.

You whispered sweet lies
but I heard the truth—
your love was a shadow
waiting to swallow me whole.

I didn’t leave.
I let you carve your name
into my skin
because I believed
that if I bled enough,
you’d finally be real.

But love,
like ******,
always leaves evidence.

And now, I can’t erase
the bloodstains
of you
from my heart.

They said,
“Enjoy your childhood.”
But forgot to mention
how the world
starts weighing more
the moment
you understand it.

You must walk through summer’s blaze,
where heat and haste paint every day,
with golden hours that slip too fast,
and dreams that burn but never last.

Only then, as shadows grow,
will autumn call you soft and slow,
with colors bright yet fading fast—
the calm that follows seasons past.

She didn’t love in pieces.
She gave the whole **** storm.
Eyes that held galaxies,
hands that built homes.
But they left anyway—
thinking they could find better.
Turns out,
you don’t realize heaven
until you're standing in hell.