The Weight of Petals
He always chooses the muted blooms, doesn't he? The ones
Independent Woman
Concrete & Neon: The Weight of Letting Go
He said I was a storm. Said he wanted calm. Men always
The Gilded Cage of Comfort
They say cashmere is a weakness, a surrender to softness in a
The Weight of Silk & Secrets
He thinks a little lace means I’ve softened, become pliable. Honey,
Neon & The Ghosts We Invite In
Rain. Tokyo spits it out like unwanted memories, and honestly, the city
The Weight of Silk & Silence
They say vulnerability is a weakness. I’ve always found that to
