“Some days, the light falls strangely across the floor, and I almost believe it's trying to speak telling me about the versions of myself I left behind. The girl who thought love was a folded paper note; the boy I once called home but forgot how to find; the promises we buried in the mouths of wilted flowers. I walk slower now.” LovePoetryNightLossGriefHealingSadRomanticLongingHearbreak Book:A Shelf of Things I Never Said Source: A Shelf of Things I Never Said
“Some nights, I still set the table for two. Not out of habit but hope disguised as ritual. The fork beside the plate is a prayer, and the empty chair, a kind of waiting that only love understands.” LovePoetryNightLossGriefHealingSadRomanticLongingHearbreak Book:A Shelf of Things I Never Said Source: A Shelf of Things I Never Said
“Some nights, I sit with the ghost of who I was meant to be. She doesn’t speak. Just traces the cracks on my skin like they were her inheritance. I let her braid my hair with all the things I never became the violin I quit, the apology I never gave, the summers I spent folding into silence when I should’ve screamed.” LovePoetryNightLossGriefHealingSadRomanticLongingHearbreak Book:A Shelf of Things I Never Said Source: A Shelf of Things I Never Said