Welcome to my humble abode!
Pretend
In silence long, I’ve veiled my heart,
Afraid to let the light depart.
Now you shine, a tempting flame,
Yet doubt and fear keep me the same.
I see the signs, but do they lie?
Will your words make the shadows die?
I feel the warmth but guard the pain,
Fearing love might break again.
Tell me, is this real or a fleeting dream?
Can you mend what’s torn at the seam?
I want to love but fear the fall,
So I’ll pretend and shield it all.
Salt & Silence
I’m not angry,
I’m not bitter,
I’ve just grown quiet in the spaces
where our words used to linger.
You were never bad,
but we were never right.
Promises once woven
now fray like forgotten threads,
and love, though real,
wasn’t enough to hold.
We clung to the fading,
but the grip weakened,
and I’ve stopped reaching.
I’m not broken,
I’m simply unburdened—
letting go,
piece by piece,
until only the light remains.
What we had was a beautiful lie,
but lies can’t last.
We loved,
and now,
we part.
The Quiet Before
A breath held just beyond the lips,
The world suspended in its grip.
The space between us, soft, yet loud,
A silence rich with what’s unspoken, proud.
I wait for you in shadows deep,
Where time itself dares not to sleep.
The moments stretch, yet rush like air,
A fleeting echo, hanging there.
Your eyes, a promise yet unseen,
Like stars that wait in endless sheen.
I hold the warmth of what could be,
The still before the symphony.
And in this pause, I feel you near,
Though distance whispers, faint yet clear.
The quiet hums, a song unknown—
I long for you, yet I’m alone.
First Touch
My hands have learned to guard, to lie,
They’ve trembled with the weight of goodbyes.
I wore my heart like armor, cracked,
Told myself that love was something I lacked.
But you, you don’t ask for the past—
Your touch is soft, a love that lasts.
You press against the scars I’ve made,
A quiet balm, a gentle aid.
In your eyes, I see no fear,
Just steady warmth, a love sincere.
No rush, no walls, no game to play,
Just peace that pulls the pain away.
And in this moment, I let it go,
The hurt that once had claimed my soul.
For in your touch, I finally see—
A love that’s new, yet set me free.
With You, Always
In your eyes, I find the stars, my heart takes flight, my love.
In your arms, the world feels still, the dark turns bright, my love.
Your laughter dances through my soul, a melody so sweet,
It chases shadows from my days, restores the light, my love.
Each word you speak becomes a verse, a poem softly sung,
A truth that lingers in my soul, a pure delight, my love.
The weight of life grows soft with you; you carry half with ease,
And in your touch, the storms dissolve, no need for fight, my love.
Oh, carve our names upon the wind, let time preserve our bond,
For love like ours will ever bloom, an endless rite, my love.
Velvet & Moonlight
Linen sheets slip like silk off skin,
Fingertips tracing where dusk begins.
Soft sighs hum between the notes,
A rhythm only our bodies know.
Your name, a song against my lips,
Lush like wine, slow like hips.
Candle flickers—gold on bone,
Every inch of you, my own.
Breathless hush, a tide that sways,
A melody in shadowed ways.
Fingernails like secrets told,
Spine arched into hands that hold.
No rush, no dawn, just velvet night,
Satin laughter, skin moonlight.
The world dissolves where we exist,
Drunk on touch, lost in bliss.
So let me stay, just hold me close,
wrapped in hush, wrapped in rose.
The world can wait, let morning keep—
tonight is ours, slow and deep.
Softly Whole
Like rain on parched earth, you came—
Quiet and steady, washing away the flame
That burned so bright and left its trace,
Now softened by your gentle grace.
I’ve learned to breathe in the hush of your touch,
To let go of all I feared so much.
I’ve learned to breathe in the calm of your touch,
To let go of the weight I’ve carried so much.
No promises, no hurried plea,
Just space to be, just you and me.
In your arms, I find a home once lost,
No need to count the weight or cost.
The past is fading like a dream,
A distant echo, a silent scream.
In this moment, all I know—
With you, I heal, with you, I grow.
Slowly, I Bloom
You never asked me to unwrite my past,
Never traced my wounds or questioned their cast.
You only stayed, steady and true,
A quiet light, a sky turned blue.
Your voice, a river smoothing stone,
Teaching my heart it’s not alone.
No rush, no weight, just space to mend,
A love that grows, a love that bends.
Like spring that waits for winter’s end,
You let me break, then start again.
And now, where sorrow once took room,
Under your touch—slowly, I bloom.
Lingering
Your scent clings to the air I breathe,
soft and warm, like autumn leaves.
A trace of you on pillow seams,
wrapping me gently in quiet dreams.
It lingers deep within my skin,
a whisper where your touch has been.
Amber, musk, and something sweet—
a memory woven, soft and neat.
Even when you’re far away,
the ghost of you still wants to stay.
A breath, a trace, a silent tether—
pulling me back to us, together.
Between My Ribs
You live in the marrow, thick and deep,
clinging to the spaces my lungs should keep.
Not a weight, but something raw,
stitched in sinew, tendon, flaw.
You curl between the bones I cage,
woven in muscle, laced in vein.
My ribs—your walls, a quiet nest,
a home where echoes still confess.
Each breath I take, you shift, you stay,
pressed in the hollows I can’t erase.
Not a ghost, not quite flesh—
just something mine, something etched.
The Hostage
There’s a weight in the way you say my name,
like I’m something you can’t forget,
something you’ll never let slip.
It hangs in the air, heavy, raw,
as if you’re tattooing me on your tongue,
embedding me into your skin with every word.
It’s not a whisper—it’s a claim,
like you’re marking the space I occupy.
You say my name, and it stays there,
etched in the silence between us,
a promise I can’t escape,
a truth you carve deeper with every breath.
When you speak it, it wraps around me,
tightens like a chain, pulling me close.
My name becomes yours,
a part of you that you can’t shake.
You don’t let go—not when you speak,
not when I’m far, not when I’m near.
And in the silence, after you’ve gone,
I still hear it, hanging in the air—
not a sound, but the space you leave,
a part of me that never disappears.
Water Remembers
I cup my hands beneath the stream,
watching it slip through my fingers—
a lesson in holding without keeping,
in loving without losing myself.
The tide has touched me before,
left its echo along my skin,
but I am not what has been taken,
I am what remains.
I have been river, been rain,
spilling, surging, pulled away—
yet even as I shift and bend,
the water remembers me.
Unspoken Balance
I stand tall, but I am soft beneath,
not afraid to love, but I keep my grief beneath.
I give you my heart, but not all of it,
a dance of desire, but I guard my belief beneath.
Not fortress, not open field,
but a garden where you can breathe beneath.
I trust in what we’ve built, but not too much,
knowing love can heal, but I hold my brief beneath.
I offer you space, but not to claim,
still, I leave room for both of us to breathe beneath.
Tethered Light
Humble Power
I was whole before you.
“Say it again.”
I was whole before you.
You remind me every day.
Before your arms held me,
before your laughter filled the room,
before your gaze whispered that I mattered.
You loved me—
not in spite of my flaws,
but with them.
And suddenly,
I didn’t mind being seen in all my parts.
When you love me,
I am soft and strong,
a reflection of all I could be.
Not because of you,
but with you.
I was whole before you, and with you.
Every Day, Again
Love is not the spark,
not the breathless firsts,
not the dizzy, weightless fall—
love is the landing.
It is the warmth of your voice in the morning,
the quiet “drive safe” before you leave.
It is knowing the rhythm of your sighs,
the way your shoulders fall when the world is too loud,
and choosing, always, to soften the edges.
It’s the light left on in the hallway,
the playlist queued to your favorite song,
the way my hands reach for yours
without needing to ask.
Love is not just the wanting,
not just the needing,
but the reaching—
the staying—
the saying, yes, today too.
When It Hurts
Some days, I move slower than the wind,
My body a quiet ache,
But you learn the language of my silence,
The way my eyes ask for rest,
The way I reach for you,
Not for answers, but for peace.
You hold me when I am not okay,
And in your presence,
Even my tiredness feels lighter.
Flickers of You
You hum in the spaces between the noise,
a song that only the quiet enjoys.
A melody hidden, soft and sweet,
like secret whispers where heartbeats meet.
Your laugh spills out, sudden, bright,
a spark in the dark, a flicker of light.
It dances on air, catching me unaware,
a spark of joy in the weight we share.
How you find a way to play,
like your inner child can’t stay away,
moving through the day energetically,
with love, you make life feel like a melody.
And in the stillness, you pull me near,
a petting touch, soft as a prayer.
Like I’m the calm in your storm,
wrapped in warmth, in your gentle form.
Steady Hands
The world shifts, untamed and wild,
storms unravel what I’ve compiled.
But your voice is steady, your hands still,
a quiet place when I’ve had my fill.
Not all things break, not all things wane,
love can be soft, love can remain.
Unholy & Devoted
Love will teach you things you don’t want to know.
That a touch can heal or unravel you.
That silence can be crueler than words.
That people leave—
sometimes with slamming doors,
sometimes with a sigh so soft you almost miss it.
Love will carve its name into your ribs,
leave fingerprints on your skin,
fill your head with echoes of laughter
you’ll spend years trying to forget.
You’ll learn that love is not always kind,
that it can take without asking,
that some hands hold just to let go,
that ‘forever’ is just a word
until it isn’t.
But love will also make you stay—
not in chains, not in fear,
but in the quiet knowing
that to love and be loved
is the closest thing to flying.
And if you’re lucky,
one day you’ll wake up,
stretch your arms into a morning that doesn’t ache,
and find love waiting—
not to fix you, not to own you,
but to meet you where you stand.
To my muse <3
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