DEAR OLD ME. 🤍 For the version of me who survived things she never deserved, loved people who couldn’t love her properly, and confused holding on with being strong. This poem is a letter to the woman I used to be… not to shame her, but to finally understand her. Because healing isn’t fo

SMOKE SIGNALS 🖤💨 Some connections don’t need a conversation… they linger in the air, pull you closer, and somehow always find their way back to you. “Smoke Signals” is for the kind of love that feels like a secret language between two people. A little temptation. A little chemistry. A who

SKIN TO SKIN PROMISES 🖤 Some connections are too intimate for ordinary words. “Skin to Skin Promises” is about the kind of desire that lives beyond the physical, where touch becomes language, silence becomes confession, and two people say everything without ever speaking. A poem about inti