Things I could never say to them

"Some poems are confessions.
Some are quiet revenge.
And some are prayers for people who never looked back."

This is a collection of all the things I noticed, felt, and never said out loud.

To the delusional bully who thought he was loved.
To the stranger who carried grief in silence.
To the ones who laughed too loudly, too late.
To the wrists that remembered love by the tan lines it left behind.
To the boys I never loved-but still wrote about.
Or maybe to no one particular.

Every poem here is something I wish they knew,
but now... I don't want them to.
Let them live without knowing.
Let me write without apologizing.

- Hisoka Hayashi 🕊️
Poetry. Soft rage. Empathy with a bruise.

"They'll never read this. That's why I can finally say it."