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there’s a melancholy in me, that i cannot pinpoint yet. i crave sleep, yet the though of drifting makes me wanna stay awake.

“… what liars they are, the sky and the water. still and calm and clear, like everything was fine…”
– If We Were Villains

Recent Poems

April 24, 2026

i’m a haunted house where the echoes of past laughs ring faintly through corridors… paint

March 11, 2026

liminal haze of waking up,to a white walled,cob-webbed coffin,erasing life off too quickly,yesterday forgotten like,history

February 16, 2026

blinding sun and choking air,smoking nights in a longing lair,holed up naked or walking down

February 11, 2026

rub the soap till it’s petal thin, water in shampoo to keep it swell, same

January 28, 2026

part of this dark i am,she weeps beside meno sound no water,a disoriented beat,with only