Blueprint by Arianaemu

I used to love like a storm
no map,
no shelter,
just sky and surrender.
The kind of love that
undoes your name
and doesn’t ask
if it can.

He was ruin,
and I walked in like
a pilgrim.

Now
I trace lives in pencil.
Measure joy in teaspoons.
Ask if the floor can hold
this kind of weight.
Love, this time,
comes with a blueprint.
I carry a calculator
in my chest.

It’s not that I don’t feel
it’s that I count the cost
before I bleed.

Ariana Afrin Emu, a 21-year-old poet from Bangladesh, writes like someone who carries both the weight of her own emotions and the echoes of people she’s met, loved, or lost along the way. Her poetry doesn’t sit in neat categories—it wanders between vulnerability and defiance, between self-discovery and heartbreak, between longing for peace and craving chaos