My dear dove,
I can't explain this love.
It's not romantic—
It’s deeper, it’s frantic, it's quiet, it's ecstatic.

Not meant to be caged,
And no, you're not damaged.
You were born to roam free,
To be, just be, without judgment—just seen.

Thou art something special to me,
And it’s fine if thou cannot see.
But I will stay until the end,
Each time you call, I'll bend.

So fear not the road ahead,
You shall not break, nor be left or dead.
The path may be twisted and rough,
But we sip from the same cup when it gets tough.

Thou art not alone,
Nor meant to bear such weight on thine own.
Just breathe, and cling to hope,
For I am here—always—with the rope.

"The stilts I stand on feel heavy now, weak and the path ahead is slowly fading into the abyss, been on them for my whole life but now they are broken, I chased the speed."

"The love I hold in my heart feels broken and lost but I find my way back to the chaos in the tranquil waves silencing the moment the adrenaline rush slows, and i close my eyes knowing I played my part."

“I’ll never make you drink the whole flood of my pain, I’ll offer it drop by drop, and if it’s too much, I’ll swim alone ‘til I can float again.”

"Not physically but always there... in the lines blurred between the parallel that no one can fathom to see cause they'd spiral the moment they realise how deep it is."

It wasn't destiny, maybe fate's way,
Unspoken connections seep farther than rise of day,
Maybe endgame is just a name,
Can't fathom the growing flame.

So now I soar the depths,
Aware of my strengths,
Is it a dream or real?
A rush too sharp for slow appeal…

But either way, I chose this,
Another story, maybe bliss,
There isn't right or wrong,
It's a temporary melody for the repeating song.

We always find our way back,
But are we ready to unpack,
Words have oceans of hidden meanings,
Time works at a pace you can't tell where you're leaning.

It's messy and nice,
A gamble worth the price,
This isn’t love, maybe just a try,
Some pages read just to pass by.

Dreams can be unpredictable,
Messy, chaotic, fun, adventurous,
But when a person entereth thee realm,
You are yet amused and displeased.

What fires may ignite ahead?
Mysterious, brooding, off vibe,
I was approached by this man,
But as I looked up it was blurry.

So tis true, he is rendering in my realm,
Dreams landscape crafted to your tunes,
Perfected to your preference or your past life,
But when someone new enters, new places, new stories.

I was intrigued by this unknown creature,
Can it be a version of me or someone I meet in the future?
Dreams have a way to contact your subconscious,
And resurface those lost thoughts.

But something was odd, it didn't fit right,
Who was he, why was he here?
Was he searching for me? Near school, cloaked in a hoodie,
Outside classy, dressed in a black turtle neck and tailored pants.

You can haunt me with your presence,
But why come with that dark romance vibe,
I stray away from such abuse and torture,
If you want to stay, then don't be a part of that.

Couldn't see his face but I could feel his smile,
He called to me, did I fall into his shenanigans,
So be it, a new adventure for me in the dreamland,
Reveal yourself mystery man, I'm ready for new beginnings.

I feel animus, not hatred- but something untamed,
What warmth awaits beyond?
A character such comes with a backstory,
If I am bound to meet thee, know this- I'll be the one watching first.