I grew up learning the shape of absence tracing it along doorframes pressing my fingers to walls hoping they would teach me how to fold myself into love without snapping in the corners You moved through your house like sunlight hands spilling kindness I could not catch your laughter lingered in corners like it belonged to someone I would never meet I learned to hide my name tilt my voice paint over the cracks in my hands so when they asked if I was okay I could nod and let th

He said I ruin everything I touch. That my name tastes like rust. That even silence flinches when I enter a room. He said many awful things to me. Spat them like confessions, like the words themselves could cleanse him of me. And still he kept my name on the key. The one to the room that once meant mine. The one that still unlocks a door he swore he’d never open again. Maybe he forgot it was there. Or maybe hatred needs a souvenir. Maybe he wanted proof that the monster he bu

I hold old photos like apologies I forgot to send,  like postcards from a timeline I accidentally left behind in the dryer,  faded, ...

The storm said, "It's okay to be loud." Said, "Even thunder has a pulse that trembles." I said, "But what if I break the sky?" The storm laughed, shook its clouds, spilled rain like an apology, said, "Darling, what do you think lightning is for?" I want to learn how to love without flinching to build a home in the spaces between lightning strikes. But my heart has this habit of running barefoot through fields of burnt-out stars, asking if it’s too late to make a wish. The oc

I never learned how to close doors  without checking if someone’s running to catch them.  It’s a habit like apologizing to furniture,  or...

For the girl who never turns the page. The person I write for doesn’t read. She doesn’t know that the poems are about her. Doesn’t know...

I used to think love looked like your hands on a teapot. Not in grand gestures not roses, not rings, but in the way you lifted the lid as...

Fairouz reminds me of beginnings. Of something sacred starting like rain on parched land, like my name finally pronounced the way it was...

Her hands know everything love should know. They find my back like instinct, press gently like prayer, like muscle memory in a world made...

Her hands know everything love should know. They find my back exactly when my lungs forget how to breathe. They pour my coffee before I...

You are playing a game I never agreed to.
 Calling checkmate on a board I don’t recognize.
 Leaving me to wonder if the rules are written...

Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. But I'm not ready to get out...

"Can we be friends?" You softly spoke, A question lingering like wisps of smoke. Absolutely I thought, what harm could it bring And I...

In my room, I sit and stare At the walls so bare, and the empty chair And I miss the happy girl who once lived there Who would laugh and...

I have learned to romanticize my trembling lips Filled my life with sayings that were always empty, to begin with If I can romanticize...

The screen flickers in a kaleidoscope of colors, A world of pixels, emotions, and triggers, I wield a gun, a soldier in this digital...

I feel an ache in my heart when the phone rings My fingers tremble before I look at the screen Will he call me back I think? Could that...

Vincent Van Gogh, a man of incredible art, Yet, a soul tormented, forever torn apart, Swallowing yellow paint to heal the hole in his...

I am a work in progress, a puzzle incomplete, A construction site amidst a storm that won't retreat. Each piece that fits unlocks a new...

Love letters are sweet and all, But between the lines, pain can crawl, Hidden from view, kept out of sight, A painful truth, hidden in...