for your heart, before mine spills.

this collection is not about missing them-it's about mourning yourself. the self you shrank to stay, the voice you lost trying to be heard.

red flags make pretty ribbons is a confessional from the edge of healing, written in the language of what-if's and almosts. it's what happens when you leave someone who still lives in the shadows of your ribs. when the love was real, but the person was poison.

sixth poetry collection. april 2025- ongoing.