Empty

The world was but a shell of what it used to be, and it's up to an empty-feeling girl to restore it.

Platonic

Losing Max.

Him. All eyes were on her, As she came back. No one else loved her, As much I could. I wish I had that back, I wish we didn't fight. Now looking at her, I couldn't help but Sigh. Her. I fought back the tears. Forming in the corner of my eyes. When I came back, I didn't think, We could fight. Now here I stand, All al...

a collection of words

"If my words sprout wings, And reach into another's heart, I think I'll truly be happy To be a friend of words."

Overthought: A Collection of Poems

A collection of poems I have constructed over the past four years.