Love
“Some connections aren’t loud—they linger.”
After Closure
Unending stories,
pretending they’re common.
Closure was never.
“Closure is a story we tell ourselves after the ending fails.”
Unending stories,
pretending they’re common.
Enclosed.
Closure was never.
Hearts embarked
on a voyage
without lifeguards.
What are the odds of closure
once you’ve moved on?
What’s the cost of knowing
we still bond?
Fond of your truth—
the venture of your days,
the frames, the ratios.
Seeing what you see
without you.
Daydreaming inside reality.
Learning
how to live
without you.
Congratulations.
Fastest Loss
The people I fall in love with
are the ones I lose the fastest.
“The people I fall in love with are the ones I lose the fastest.”
The people I fall in love with are the ones I lose the fastest.
I Learned How to Play
A reflection on heartbreak, misalignment, and how loss rewrites the rules of intimacy.
“Some lessons don’t hurt you once.
They change how you love forever.”
This ain’t for competition.
My heart went missing.
If I gotta go through you to get it back,
so be it—
I’m with it.
He stayed resistant.
She played me.
Obviously.
I was lost in the place I grew up.
Everybody knew—
who knew us.
Pain with no bruises.
I lost myself when I took that loss.
I died on that porch.
Rest in peace to him,
because the new me
will never love the same again.
Fall in love again—
maybe.
But not like that.
I played them like she played me.
Said I love you
when I didn’t.
Damn.
I didn’t know how to play
until I got played.
There wasn’t a day
I didn’t tell myself
they ain’t shit—
not because they weren’t,
but because I felt like shit.
It took time to heal.
A new love came.
I turned the page.
When Desire Breaks Its Own Mirror
A reflection on attraction, projection, and the emotional shock that follows when fantasy collapses under truth.
“Attraction isn’t betrayal.
Shock is what happens when imagination outpaces truth.”
The most unsettling thing that can happen to a man
isn’t attraction—
it’s attraction without context.
Hear me out.
A friend of mine—
fully heterosexual, deeply drawn to women.
Their shape. Their beauty. Their presence.
He sees someone who fits the image perfectly.
Body sculpted. Face soft. Confidence natural.
Desire forms fast.
Instinct does what it’s trained to do.
Something feels off.
The name doesn’t align.
The behavior doesn’t settle.
Later, the truth arrives—not gently.
The person he imagined
was never who he thought they were.
And that’s where the damage happens.
Not in attraction—
but in the collapse of projection.
When the image you love becomes unattainable,
the mind scrambles to protect itself.
Shock turns to grief.
Grief sharpens into anger.
Not because of deception—
but because fantasy was allowed to replace knowing.
This is what happens
when imagination builds faster than reality can correct it.
Pain doesn’t come from desire.
It comes from the moment desire realizes
it never asked enough questions.