I sleep with the curtains drawn,
not to block the sun,
but to remind myself it’s gone.

The walls whisper names I forget
until I’m quiet,
then they scream them instead.

I leave the door open
in case hope walks in,
but all I get is silence.
Heavy. Familiar. Cold.

Some say darkness is just
the absence of light.
I think it’s where the truth hides
when it’s too ashamed to speak.

I hardly think about you
Except when the music plays
And I realize that no one else
In the whole wide world
Knows the lyrics
But us...

I don’t even know him well,
But there’s something in the way I fell.
A glance, a laugh, the way he stands,
And now I’m stuck in daydream plans.

He doesn’t know, and that’s okay,
I watch from just a step away.
It’s nothing big, no spark, no rush,
Just a quiet little crush.