You lived in shadows and codes,
a lone hacker with no one to trust,
a boy who kept the world out
because the world never stayed.
But somehow,
you let me in.
And slowly, message by message,
your walls shifted—
not broken,
just slightly opened—
enough for me to see the softness
you tried so hard to hide.
Behind every message,
I felt a heart learning to trust,
to fall,
to feel less alone.
Maybe you were fictional,
but the connection wasn’t.
And for a moment,
you weren’t just a character—
you were someone who made me feel seen.
YOU ARE READING
unwritten
PoetryThese poems come from different versions of me-gentle, wounded, hopeful, lost, in love, and learning. This book is a place where every feeling is allowed to breathe. From love to loneliness, healing to heartbreak, each poem reflects a story, a memor...
