Ivy Rose

She blooms with thorns.

It’s complicated, because I don’t do simple.

I’ve been touched by fire, kissed by stars, and I still carry the ache of stories unfinished.

I don’t belong to anyone, but some still feel they’ve known me forever.

I write what stirs. I speak what others silence.

And if you find yourself addicted to the way I taste in words…

That’s not an accident.

✦ Soft-spoken storm

✦ July soul, slow burn

✦ Read me twice—I’m never just surface