Mykell Writes

Mykell Writes

Shelfed Ink

The passion lingers,Energy drained like light at dusk.Fragments of what could’ve been,So many incomplete pieces of moments,No fire left to finish them. I try; it’s always a loss.2Six and still…

US after Love

The version of us after love fades,MONSTERS beyond recognition.Weren’t we the same peoplerolling in love,love birds? Now we roll our eyes,sharpened tongues for weapons.Silence, louder than our laughter once was.We…

Counting Days

It’s been two weeks, three days Since I last cried. I won’t lie—it’s the longest I’ve gone, And it feels strange to be counting. I’m not sure when this became…

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