She wrote when she couldn't speak, folded her truths into verses no one asked for. He never knew how many times she broke with a smile on her lips and a poem in her hands. There are moments tucked between pages where silence spoke louder than presence, and every unwritten reply felt like a kind of goodbye. He'll never read them. But maybe you will. Genre: Poetry © 2024 by maxlilies

She was born from chaos, kept alive by the noise-until he arrived and stilled the storm. In his silence, she felt seen. In his presence, she became. But love, like all fragile things, expired without warning. Now, with nothing left but breath and unsent words, she writes-to remember, to mourn, to survive. Genre: Epistolary Poems © 2022 by maxlilies