From July to Hereby MissT In July, I opened the door to him. He came with charm, with stories of pain,and I thought maybe I could be his peace. But peace was never his language.Behind my back,he let his ex walk in —the one who still lingered like smoke.Four kisses in her texts,two in mine.Her…

Your lies, your deceit,cast down at your feet.Trust lies in ruins,dreams collapse,while muffled sobsare swallowed by the blackened gaps. When you believe in themmore than you believe in yourself,they take that faith,grind it to dust,and leave your soul upon the shelf. Your loyalty, your care, your hearttorn like sails,ripped apart. Is the soul of truth…

MissT I walked to the edge, body willing to fly, fear in my heart and eyes to the sky. A storm in his tongue left its salt in my chest, I came for an ending, seeking some rest. The cliffs leaned like gallows, the waves roared beneath, their foam like white shrouds, their depths full…

by MissT I am MissT, born of dark tide, NPT’s shadows where ghosts still ride .Aberavon beach, where storms would rule ,Blaenbaglan halls, hard lessons of school. Nobody’s hero, no one’s fool,forged in the margins, I broke the rule.Four children carried, grown, yet near,their laughter, pain, my song to hear .A grandson’s smile, a granddaughter’s…

   I walk through halls where shadows sing,their whispers coil on phantom wings.Your silence hangs, a spectral shroud,a ghost that will not speak aloud. The windows weep with misted breath,the candles bow, then dream of death.Your heart’s a chamber locked in stone,a haunted house I can’t call home. If love’s a fire, it hides its…

by MissT Hello, my loves ❤️ 😍 💖 Let’s not dress it up — most people don’t fall in love. They fall into distraction. You mistake adrenaline for affection.Attention for intimacy.Chaos for connection. And when it quiets down, you call it heartbreak. But here’s the truth: you don’t miss them. You miss the noise that…

When we lose our loved ones,we pray there is life after death.But when they were herewe sometimes wished for quiet,imagined life without their naggingand endless company. We thought we had forever.We wondered, is this all it will be?And yet, those same moments—the ones that once felt heavy—become the warmth we carryif we are lucky enoughto…

By MissT My Fire Waits Your touch is rare; your words don’t come.They drift like smoke across your tongue.The wine runs red, the cigarette burns low;still, there is more you’ve yet to know. Days collapse and fall to weeks,and my attention slips, it seeksa place where love is simple, sure,where care is steady, feeling pure.…

By MissT The air grows crisp, the daylight wanes,golden fire runs through the veinsof every tree that sheds its pride,laying secrets where roots abide. A veil of smoke drapes hill and stream,the earth exhales its restless dream.Branches claw at a fading sky,whispering truths as shadows lie. Leaves drift down in a spectral dance,a fleeting waltz,…

By MissT I am the day, I am the hour,Your steadfast knight to the ivory tower.I am the point of your trusted blade,The whispered words when your prayers are made. I am the rain in your restless mind,The bone where your spirit and soul entwined.I am the fabric against your skin,The quiet love that burns…