Maybe I’m addicted to pain,
To standing alone in the cold, in the rain.
She’s trapped in a world that he built with control,
But I see the flicker — I still feel her soul.

She says that she loves me, can't push me aside,
That thoughts of me grow in the depths where they hide.
She speaks of confusion, of chains she can’t break,
But I see our horizon, I feel the quake.

He plays the messiah, twists heaven to bind,
But no God needs a cage or a silence of mind.
He speaks like a prophet, but preaches control,
While I wait with open hands, heart, and soul.

Time and Time again, fate drew us near,
In quiet collisions, in sweet sunshine and waters crystal clear.
It wasn't by chance — it was something divine,
A rhythm too perfect to not be a sign.

Love isn’t a chain, it’s not meant to confine—
It’s freedom, it’s truth, it’s your heart choosing mine.
It’s not born of guilt or of prayers to cause fear,
But from the heat you feel when your soul feels me.

I don’t know what your silence means,
Did I fall into your past?
Or are you healing, stuck between
The love we had won’t last?
I'm standing here, lost in the noise,
Still holding on, without a choice.

Maybe you're thinking, maybe you're scared,
Or maybe you’re done and just won’t say.
You professed your love and how much you care,
Is there’s still hope or none today.
I’m confused, still feeling you—
Still loving you...
Alone with no clear clue...

Does your silence mean your no?
Does your hush mean my cold?
Was I not enough, was I too bold?

I really thought we had a chance,
Paths intertwined, our future in advance.
I do apologize if I hurted you in my vain
I'm so sorry for the pain.

I think it's time for me to make my last vow:
To bend my head back and take my last fall.
I solemnly swear to love you all the way—
Till the earth cracks… till the last day.

When I'm old, I’d love to hear you sing,
To fall gently in your lap as I dream.
I would go, as long as your hand is in mine,
And I hope that you are my last sight.

When I'm old, I’d love to see our family,
Like sinking leaves in cold tea—
Their gentle laughs carries your kind eyes,
My curious soul and humor in their minds.

When I'm old, I’ll show you tricks on the porch,
The warm summer breeze lifting your hair as it soars.
I’ll write you poems until my hands grow frail,
And till I die, if you call me—I won’t fail.

I say your name on repeat like a spell,
I beg God in prayer for help.
I cry out to the universe to send you a sign,
I write in stars and constellations of mine.

In sweet fire, harsh blood, and delirious sweat,
Our futures combined—our love is set.
Even now, in your silence so cold,
I still dream of being with you when I'm old.

Maybe that is my cross to bear,
Because love is giving, and mine is theirs.
I will live forever in our gentle twilight,
I will love you kindly, profoundly, eternally...
You are worth the fight.

My biggest fear scream at my pillows loud—
That all I am won’t make her proud.
That love and heart and soul and fight
Will still fall short in her gentle light.

That she might choose, in quiet thought,
A better life where I am not....
And it breaks me just to feel
But I will never bound her to my will
I will never Control, manipulate or change what should be real.

If joy means walking far from me,
I’ll walk the flame.
I'll fade into the dark,
Quietly...
Her happiness means More than my could be—
So I’ll walk the night and set her free.

God tossed us each in weird ways,
Changed our hearts, rewrote our days.
We grew apart, but not alone—
Like roots that came from the same stone.
He rewind the winds, He bent the night,
And still, we feel each other light.

It’s wild how you always crossed my mind,
Like some old song I couldn't find.
Feels like we’re wired from the same spark,
Even when life pulls us apart.
Not chance, not luck—just something true,
Like God’s been pushing me toward you.