Love
“Some connections aren’t loud—they linger.”
At Attention
Sirens sing like trumpets.
We stand at attention.
It’s our song.
“Some songs command us without ever raising their voice.”
Sirens sing like trumpets.
We stand at attention.
It’s our song.
Our tradition.
A symbol of retention—
sound bent through memory.
Off Limits
She’s too close to my friend.
So I keep her off limits.
And that was the discipline.
“I respect my friendships more than my _____.”
It’s just some things you don’t forget
Some people
One person
Her smile was rare
She spoke the way I always hoped they could
She’s too close to my friend
That makes her off limits
I respect my friendships more than my dick
It don’t matter if they like you
You act like they don’t exist
But this smile
Was unrelative, untraditional
It knew the difference between dislike and hatred
Breaking things down
With a clarity most can’t pronounce
They try—then say anything
She didn’t
Precise without showing off
Clever without asking for credit
This was a creator
An empress
And restraint
Was the endeavor
Enough
Forget the performance.
I keep my heart
where it can breathe
without auditioning.
I am not more
when I’m chosen,
and I am not less
when I’m left.
Nothing is missing.
Nothing needs approval.
I didn’t become enough—
I remembered I already was.
Maybe love isn’t enough.
Maybe what I’m asking for
is to be loved
the way I need.
Maybe I’m asking for a home
inside a person.
If your heart can’t hold me,
hold me in your soul.
Forget the performance.
I keep my heart
where it’s safe.