S O W E D: Words planted to grow into love. Highest Rank - #1 in POETRY The bravest thing I've ever done was not forgetting how to love myself when everyone else did

This isn't a loud kind of heartbreak. It's quiet. Subtle. The kind that lives in the pause between two sentences, in the space between what was felt and what was said. These poems come from the silence I learned to sit with-from the weight of unsent messages, the ache of being almost understood. A collection of raw, unfiltered thoughts that never made it past the lips- this is what it would sound like if the heart had a voice. These poems are pieces of silence, grief wrapped in softness, and emotions too heavy to name. For anyone who's ever felt too much and said too little- this one is for you. Sometimes, the loudest parts of us aren't spoken at all.