Tag: poem

Flustered

He stumbles over his words,eyes darting, cheeks flushed,and I swear, my heart trips with him. Every stutter, every pause,only makes him more unreal to me,like how is someone this adorable,this effortlessly mine? If he only knew,how every little fumble pulls…

I Never Stood a Chance

How could I not love you,when your words feel like home,even from a place I’ve never been? When your voice reaches me across the distanceand somehow, I still feel held? I told myself to be careful,to guard my heart,but then…

Again

I never thought I’d be here,hands trembling, heart open,whispering a name that isn’t his. I swore I had forgottenhow to be soft,how to trust the weight of someone’s armswithout fearing they’d let go. But then you,steady as the tide,patient as…

I Choose You

I never wanted to hurt you,but I see now that I did. Not with sharp words,not with anger,but with the quiet. With the way I hesitated,the way I reached for somethingthat was never meant to stay. You were here,offering me…

Subtlety

It’s the way the light hits your face,just right,how laughter dances lightlybefore settling into something deeper. It’s the subtle shift of energy,the warmth of a smilethat doesn’t ask for answers,only offers comfort,a shared breaththat feels like a secret. Each glance…

Where Words Fall Short

I could say a thousand thingsabout the way light clings to you,how your presence bends the quiet,how laughter softens in your wake. But none of itwould ever be enough.

Socks

In the stillness,you are the placeI return to.No questions,no need for answers,just the ease of beingin the quiet you hold. When the world feels too much,you are where I findmyself again.

Old Receipts

What am I supposed to dowith these thoughts of you?They stack up like old receipts,faded,yet I can’t bring myselfto throw them away. I tuck them into corners,forget about them for a while,until they spill out again,crinkled memoriesof things that were…

Subtext

I conceal my heartin gestures that mean lessthan they should—a glance, a half-smile,words that never reveal too much. You’ll never knowthe full weight of what I hide,for I’ve learned to wrap itin layers of space,to cloak it in distance. It’s…

Anchor

I grip my feelings tightly,fingers clenched around the edges,as if letting gowould unravel somethingI can’t take back. It’s safer like this—to keep them bound,to hold them stillso I don’t fall too far. But sometimes,late at night,I loosen my graspjust enoughto…