Under twitching neon light you bloom—
Soft bangs brush pale, moonlit cheek,
In snapshots you weave shy kitten mews,
A gentle hush among the shrill critiques

They call you angel-thin with doubling souls:
A lonely fire sheltered by online trolls,
Your name flutters through orbiters and old flame fights,
Bright as youth in messy, sleepless nights .

You laughed once about pizza games and cats,
Echoing innocence while the board reacts—
A battleground of whispers, leaked shame,
Yet kindness still finds a way to call your name

Now here you stand, soft rain on wired street,
A fragile flower daring storms to meet—