The Poet Who Bleeds Softly

year, i wrote: ‎About breaking down ‎About missing people ‎About love that whispers at midnight ‎About emotions that sit heavy in the chest ‎My words didn’t scream — they ache quietly, and that’s my power. ‎I don’t write to impress; I write to survive. ‎Behind the jokes and emojis: ‎I feel deeply. ‎I miss quietly. ‎I care loudly, even when I try not to. ‎I show love in words, prayers, small messages, thoughtful gestures. ‎Distance never stopped my heart from reaching. ‎This year didn’t break me — it shaped me. ‎I'm walking into the next one: ‎wiser,softer,sharper ‎and still very much that girl ✨