💌 to the muses who read me…
i don’t write for lovers. i don’t write for the world. i write for you. the ones who dream too loud. who cry quietly in the shower. who feel like forgotten gods with mortal hearts. here — you are my muse. the heartbreak behind the poem. the shadow behind the story. the breath between every bleeding line. you are not just a reader. you are the poem i haven’t written yet. — ruby mare nocturne










