Messy (2025)

This is not a story told in order.
It's told the way life actually happens - fragmented, emotional, unfinished.

Messy is a year of poems written in real time: during breakdowns, in cars at night, in moments that didn't have language yet. These pieces sit with grief, anger, identity, memory, boundaries, and becoming - without trying to resolve them. There is no lesson at the end of each poem. Some wounds are still open. Some thoughts contradict each other. That is the point.

This collection lives in the in-between:
wanting to heal but not knowing how,
loving people who hurt you,
outgrowing versions of yourself while still missing them.

These poems don't ask to be understood neatly.
They exist because they had to be written.

Messy is for anyone who is still sorting through what happened - and choosing to tell the truth anyway.