They see the surface, but they don’t know the fight,
Behind these eyes, there’s a war every night.
I wear my struggles like a crown unseen,
King of broken dreams, chasing what it means.
I write for the romantics with ruined hearts,
for the thinkers who feel too deeply,
and for the dreamers who never quite fit in.
My poetry is stitched with longing,
draped in dusk,
and laced with truths too heavy to say out loud.
Follow me if your soul aches beautifully.
If you crave words that feel like candlelight in a cathedral,
or a slow dance with your own shadow
you’re in the right place.
