poetry written by me

2020-2021 with hurt, we grow

part of the beauty in my being is that i am too much ( poetry and writing ) ( juliettesgf's original ) ( inspired by fadedsaint )

may my soul lay bare in these words. cover by @swannluvr

ㅤㅤㅤㅤremember me. when my heart fails, when my ribs break like gossamer glass at the crash of the thunder against my chest, when my mouth withers into prayers of broken hymns, when the night loses her lover and cries through the dark like wind bellowing against broken homes, like the beginning of a hurricane inside my mind. god, remember me.

you say i'm too much? then i am adaptable. [poetry. started: june 2025]

i move out.

𝘃𝗮𝗴𝘂𝗲 - a book about bees, christmas, storms and the weird things that humans do because of love. [ poetry: 2024 - 2025 ]

Humans are complicated. Messy. Infuriating. And endlessly fascinating. This is a book about patterns-the little performances, the defenses, the ego-driven behaviors we all encounter online and offline. It's not self-help. It's not a lecture. It's unapologetic observation, psychoanalysis, and a little bit of ruthless honesty. People do what they do. I watch. I think. I write.