❝ grief isn't always loud. sometimes, it's for the living who walked away. sometimes it's revisiting the old ; pressing fingers to old scars, naming each one with poems. i write in crimson truths for survival, how else could i breathe anew when my lungs house red lilies i planted for you? ❞ a collection of grief hymns, love letters and aching little miracles carved from silence. poetry/prose [lowercase intended]

where i hide you in the vastness of the universe.

Dive into my poetry book - a rollercoaster ride of emotions. This collection is my heart spilled onto pages, exploring the wild dance between melancholy and passion. It's like sharing secrets in the dark, a journey through the highs of vulnerability and the spice of sensuality. Join me in this adventure where words paint emotions in colors only a young heart can understand.

"we were like the sun and moon, catching glimpses of one another, waiting for an eclipse." HIGHEST RANKINGS: #8 in poetic

let's moonwalk on this lonesome town forever

i'd bleed gold for you.

icarus' sweltering infernos

I think I burnt down an angel once.

oh my dearest blossoming flower, never wilt away .

i'll make sure to record love how i think should be felt