My Thoughts,

Weaving Memories

I weave memories into words,

Because it's all I know,

Good, bad, happy, sad,

Every single one,

I weave and make poems,

Because it was the only thing I had,

When I was alone.

©Pen_Pain_Poetry

I wish.

“Love yourself. Be clear on how you want to be treated. Know your worth. Always.”

— maryam hasnaa

pieces of me,

here and there

in these little stories

awaiting to be seen

by no one other than

it's own monsters.

i was today years old when i realized that we don't have to be the same person everyday, we can always be a completely different person tomorrow; we can change our aesthetics, our interests or what makes us us. we haven't owed anyone to be the same on a daily basis we can change constantly. this is us putting ourselves in brackets or definition or whatever you call it.

Okay someone betterrr hug me like thattt !

And dear witchess,turn me into a cat.

How to catch me

My red flag is isolating myself when life gets dark and messy. I'd stay silent, pull away, push those I love away and hide. But, it's also when I crave being found the most, where I long for a heartfelt conversation and pay attention to every gesture of kindness.