STARDUST ARCHIVES

Am I losing you too? I thought you were the one I’d never lose. Yet here I stand, At the threshold of another goodbye. I am stuck, without even the strength To call your name, Or beg you not to leave. Because how many people must I beg Just to make them stay? ​I thought it was all real The stories we wove, The conversations that stretched until dusk, The inside jokes, the shared songs, The memories we built. I thought it was all real. ​But now, the silence between us grows he

I met my younger self for coffee today. We were both early, though she arrived long before me, sitting by the window, swinging her feet, and nervously biting her lip. For a moment I simply watched her, the smaller version of me; shoulders hunched, trying so hard to appear calm. We wore the same outfit, but on her it looked like an attempt to fit in, while on me it felt like a quite declaration of confidence we were yet to earn. When I finally approached, she looked up with wi

They said, “ruin the friendship,” And I did. And every day since, I’ve watched the wreckage of us sink a little deeper. I wish I hadn’t crossed that line that invisible thread that held us together so easily, so innocently, before my heart confessed what yours didn’t want to hear. I mistook your warmth for forever. I thought maybe love was worth the risk. But love was a storm, and I was the only one who drowned. Now your name feels foreign, your laughter — an echo I can’t rea

My Dearest, I find myself in tears every day. I miss you so much. It’s unexplainable. I wish you hadn’t gone so soon. I wish you were...

And when Lorde said, “It feels so scary getting old,” It hit me hard. Because what do you mean I turned 20 more than a week ago, That I’m...

Did I lose you? If you were never mine to lose. You were never mine, Yet my heart was yours. The love I had for you was true— Truer than...

Sunflowers taught me about love — the kind that stands tall even when no one is watching. They showed me that to love myself is to keep...

Dear heart of mine, Why must you wound me so? You once beat in rhythm with my soul, but now you feel like a stranger, unrecognisable in...

I've always loved words; the way they heal, the way they hold pieces of who we are. This little place is where I'll share mine. Poems,...