I’m not your North Star

I’m not your North Star

There’s this expectation of me that I can’t seem to shake. I know I can’t control the narratives others perceive of me but it’s the me that they prefer that makes me want to scream. The happy one. The smiley one. If I’m not happy - then something has to be wrong. Are we not [...]

your secrets

your secrets

your secrets i can hear your secrets from here; neatly tucked in, sung a lullaby before you whis[per] goodnight. you lock the door behind you, rest your forehead on the white-painted wood and pray for a restless night. whose name brushes your lips? what’s that one memory that you shove down but keeps coming up? [...]