Some people mistake this poem for anger. It’s not. It’s clarity. Only Crown Worth Wearing isn’t about becoming cold or heartless. It’s about what happens when you finally see the world without illusions. [Only Crown Worth Wearing They never loved your kindness. They loved the weight of your hands lifting their burdens, your back bent like a bridge they were happy to cross. You were useful. And usefulness looks a lot like love to the desperate and the selfish. But the day you

I wrote “When It Was Them” as a response to something I think we all do more often than we’d like to admit. We watch. [When It Was Them First it was someone else’s name echoing down the hall, someone else’s door kicked in, someone else’s world reduced to smoke. You watched. You whispered, not my fight, and folded your hands like nothing was burning. Then it was closer— a friend, a neighbor, a voice you almost recognized swallowed by sirens and ash. Still, you watched. Still,

Every once in a while, I write something that doesn’t feel like it was crafted — it feels like it was extracted. “Downfall” was one of those pieces. [Downfall They say I’ve changed a lot—but I say, a lot has changed me. When the foundations of trust finally collapse, hope no longer becomes valuable. Now I take what is destined to be mine—I will win. Before you point a finger at me, wash the blood dripping from your own hands first. And choose carefully who you place your fai