Chaos with Cait

My touch lingers like honey on the tongue, a sweetness that burns long after it’s gone.

Some will not understand. But, that is proof you are speaking a rare language.

I outgrew the cages you built. Now, watch me make the sky mine.

I bloom slow on purpose, every petal, deliberate.

Yesterday’s dreams don't fit today’s bones, but I carry their echo.

Inhale; the ache, the memory, the weight of what was. Exhale; the grip, the ghost, the need to pretend. Breath is my anchor. Breath is my...

My tears are not weakness; they are rivers making space for tomorrow.

I am the laugh caught in a throat full of sorrow, both, light and shadow braiding themselves whole.

My map is a blur, ink bleeding into fog, yet my feet keep on moving.

My softness is barbed wire, you may enter, but only if I open the gate.

The world calls me fragile, but my wings are knives of light; delicate, yes, yet capable of cutting through darkness.

Outcast is only another word for free, a cage with no walls, and no ceilings.

I wear curiosity like a crown, glittering with questions, that no one can answer for me.

You cannot shrink me into your definition. I will not live inside your smallness.

She wandered through days that felt borrowed, her footsteps echoing in the wrong direction. The mirrors showed her a stranger, eyes...

I used to run from softness. I didn’t trust it, I didn’t know how to hold what didn’t hurt. But this time, I stay. Not because the fear...

She was not easy to know, but once you did, you never forgot how she made silence feel holy.

You tell me to fit in as if I were clay, as if my edges were mistakes that needed sanding down. But I am not a shape you can measure. I...

I do not know what waits around the bend. My bones tremble with every almost. What if I lose? What if I bloom? I pack my fear in silence,...

You thought she was a locked door, but she was an ocean trench, your key would never fit.