Be my Valentine

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Happy Valentine’s Day, not just to the couples posting their sweetest moments, but to everyone navigating love in their own quiet way.

Today doesn’t have to be about grand gestures or perfect plans. It can simply be about appreciation. About pausing long enough to say thank you to the people who show up for you, who listen when you’re overwhelmed, who celebrate your small wins, who sit beside you in silence when words aren’t enough.

Love isn’t only candlelit dinners and roses. It’s checking in. It’s forgiveness. It’s an effort. It’s choosing patience when it would be easier to walk away. It’s the courage to be vulnerable. It’s the strength to stay soft in a world that often teaches us to harden.

And if you’re single, healing, heartbroken, or somewhere in between, this day still belongs to you. Love isn’t reserved for those in relationships. It exists in friendships, in family, in community, and maybe most importantly, in the relationship you’re building with yourself.

So today, I hope you feel valued. I hope you give love freely and receive it openly. I hope you remember that love isn’t measured by one day, it’s built in a thousand ordinary moments.

Happy Valentine’s Day. However it looks for you, may it feel real.

❤️ Jennifer ❤️

You are magic

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you are magic
not the kind you hold in your hands
but the kind that lives under your skin
breathing in sync with your heartbeat
it coils in your bones
ripples through your fingertips
and spills from your eyes
before you even know it’s there
you do not have to try
you do not have to prove
the world bends
toward your quiet gravity
because your presence is a song
that hums itself
into every empty corner
you are the sudden warmth
on a cold day
the pulse beneath someone’s longing
the impossible light
that refuses to be tamed
and when you laugh
when you love
when you simply are
the magic inside you
touches everything

Pieces of her

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she had to build herself
from pieces scattered like glass
edges sharp and jagged
cutting the hands
that tried to hold her
she learned to gather them
one by one
pressing cracks into patterns
turning breaks into bridges
pain into architecture
her reflection is a mosaic
not whole in the way
the world expects
but whole in the way she chose
stronger in the places
that once bled
beautiful in the places
that were broken

After you

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I thought love would leave
like a door closing
one last final click
instead it stayed
as a draft in the house of my chest
moving things when I wasn’t looking
your name became a season
I didn’t know how to dress for
every song was too thin
every silence too loud
I learned the weight of minutes
by how long it took
not to call you

grief is strange
it doesn’t break you in half
it teaches you how to carry
a whole missing person
without dropping anything else

and some nights
when the world is very still
I swear I feel my heart
reach for what used to be there
like a hand still clutching shadows
it cannot hold anymore


Some days

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some days
the mind is a house
with flickering lights
rooms you avoid
because they echo too loudly
you smile in the doorway
tell others you’re fine
while the ceiling drips
old fears you never fixed

thoughts pace
like restless ghosts at 3 a.m.
rattling memories
that refuse to be ignored

you learn that strength
is not the armor you wear
but the calm you hold
when no one is watching

healing isn’t a sunrise
that sweeps away the night
it’s learning the dark has furniture

you bruise
you rest
you try again tomorrow

some nights
the darkness loosens its grip
not to vanish
just enough to let you breathe

you don’t defeat the quiet
you live with it
and that
somehow
is light

Rewritten

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we move through each other
like tides reshaping the shore
every curve and hollow
a sentence
every sigh a punctuation
in the quiet grammar of touch

time slows
and we exist in the tremor
between breath and heartbeat
between wanting and surrender

fingers trace the landscapes of skin
like cartographers of desire
learning the secret geography
following a hidden path

there is a language here
no word can capture
no silence can still
only the rhythm of two bodies
speaking in pulses and pauses
in glances in whispers
in the flutter of letting go

and when it ends
we are not separate
we are a map rewritten
a song unfinished
a moment held
between earth and sky
between you and me

Footprints

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*Picture is my own*

I leave my footprints 
where the water forgets
letting the tide erase
what I can’t carry home
the wind learns my name 
and gives it back to me in pieces
a laugh
a promise
the space between your words

the horizon keeps our secrets
wide enough to hold 
what we never finished saying

even the night knows you
the way the stars lean closer
as if listening
I gather their light like fragments of you
and press them to my chest
proof that absence can still glow

so I stay until the sky 
exhales its last color
until my heart remembers 
its own rhythm again
and when I leave
I take nothing
but the quiet certainty
that love
real love
never learns how to leave

Unravel (Audio)

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I don’t know the shape of your hands
the weight of your body
or the sound of your laugh
but I feel the pull of you as if
we’ve been orbiting each other for lifetimes

I imagine tracing the line of your jaw
finding the hollow behind your ear
the curve of your neck
and I ache to learn the language
of your skin before I even touch it

I want to memorize the heat
you hide in your breath
to discover the spaces
that make you shiver
to know the secret ways
you let yourself unravel

even apart
I taste you in thought
in the brush of air across my skin
that I pretend is yours
and I imagine
the first moment we collide
knowing that everything
I’ve felt in waiting
is just a prelude

Choosing hope (Audio)

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I learned early that softness
was a liability
in a place where walls listened 
and windows rattled with anger
you grew armor the way
other kids grew dreams
hope stayed hidden
folded small and tucked behind the ribs

growing up rugged
teaches you strange math
how love can subtract itself
how silence can weigh
more than shouting
you learn to read moods like the weather
to predict storms
from the way a door closes

childhood felt like a rumor
something bright you only saw 
through passing windows
you learned how to keep breathing
in rooms that forgot to love you

and yet nothing forged 
in fire comes out hollow
you carry a quiet authority 
earned by endurance
your scars are proof you stayed alive
in a place that tried to make you vanish

you are not broken
you are carved by fire
heart still beating 
skin still marked
and quietly 
endlessly choosing hope