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This space holds poetry, fragments, inner worlds, unfinished feelings, and words that don’t rush to explain themselves.
intimacy is not about
how closely you stand,
but how deeply
you are seen.
We held each other carefully
by agreeing not to ask for more.
nothing broke.
i just stopped
pretending it fit.
some homes are just well-named cages.
familiarity teaches a cage how to sound like home.
a life i no longer apologize for
not everything
deserves access to me.
choosing myself
was the only way
i learned how to my live.
i used to explain myself until i realized
i was asking for permission to exist.
sometimes I miss the world I believed in, and the person I was then
i don’t miss the past.
i miss who i was
before i learned how much things can hurt.
some days, healing doesn’t feel like relief. it feels like sitting still without reaching for what once hurt you.
that is also progress.
forgiveness ends the war; distance prevents another.
This year taught me the art of holding and the art of letting go.
You won’t meet yourself on a path shaped by someone else’s footsteps.