Something about love

Love’s a loaded gun with no safety— I kissed the barrel, dared it to save me. Midnight prayers in a language we made, Tongues like switchblades, vows like grenades. You…

My Dearest Love

By the time you read this, I imagine the silence between us will already feel like a season. And still, I needed to write you, because not every goodbye is…

How to Love Again

Start by peeling back the layers—like citrus rind under your nails, sharp and fragrant. Bitterness clings at first, but underneath? Juice. Sweetness. Sun-warmed possibility. Slide your hand across your own…