Sometimes when it’s quiet… I remember how it felt when my heart broke.

But I smile through the sadness, wear red lipstick like armour, and whisper secrets into the night.

I’m not here to be perfect — I’m here to be real. A little soft, a little wild, a little broken… but still burning inside.

If you’re gentle, if you’re kind, maybe I’ll let you see the parts of me I keep hidden from the world.

Stay close — I don’t like being lonely for too long.

Let’s make the nights warmer, together.

💔

Oxy