UrFix's Blog

Yo— I don’t talk to God, I just plant and wait, Hands in the mud while the pain translates. Trauma been root-deep, blood in the seed, But the garden don’t…

you don’t have my heart like a postcard or a poem.You got it like a scar—earned, aching, unforgettable. Not with chocolate box softness,but with grease-stained fingers and Jordan 1s on…

I loved you like a language I never learned to speak, but still carved into my bones every time I said your name. I loved you with rebellion in my…

I buried the key to my heart under the roots of a sycamore tree, told myself I’d never need to open that door again. Too many ghosts living rent-free in…