POEMS
WHAT MADE A STARBOY
I was a storm trapped in a bottle,spinning against the glass,a prisoner to empty promises,which folded into silence,to intentions whispered,which then left to die. I stayed,through cold conversations,and half-hearted smiles,through questions unanswered,and nights where hopewas nothing but a shadowpretending to be light. I stayed,a hopeless dreamer,chasing echoes,mistaking borrowed wordsfor borrowed love. But illusions crack,and curtains fall on dreams.while intentions are echoes,and echoes fade quick. For a person is known—not by their intentions,but by their actions,which carry consequences. I gave timeto a bond that was glass—fragile, empty, see-through.I let it cut Read more…