Concrete Sunsets and Red Lace Lies
They sell you this dream of 'healing' in a tiny
Sharp Anna
The Costume of Contentment
I’m wearing this floral number because it's what he
Salt Water and Sincere Lies
Let's be real: the 'spontaneous beach trip' is
Sunlight on Skin, Lies in the Heart
He calls this 'spontaneity.' I call it a well-curated date
White Sand and Plastic Promises
I wore the white bikini because it’s a cliché—the '
The Silence Between Pages
I’m sitting in this library wearing a dress the color of
Steel Skin and Silk Lies
I’m leaning against a wall of cold, polished steel that reflects
The Luxury of Being Alone with Water
He thinks he’s being romantic by leaving a single red rose
Chlorine Dreams and Plastic Promises
I’m standing in a pool that costs more per month than
Concrete Heatwave & Cheap Plastic Dreams
I’m sitting on these brutalist stairs in the middle of a
Sun-Drenched Lies in an Old Town Station
I’m sitting on a concrete ledge that's probably older
The Cost of Silk and Silence
I’ve spent three years climbing corporate ladders in a city that
