What I would do for you knows no bounds. I’m not the biggest fan of tea, and soup’s not my favorite, but I’d learn to make both, for you, because you are my everything. Whether you’re feeling under the weather or full of life, whether the skies are stormy or clear, I’d brew you a *** of warmth, whatever you need. I’d read your favorite book, no matter how many times it takes to understand why it moves you, and I’d create new stories for you to explore. Even when words fail us, and communication feels strained, I’ll be there with quiet patience, never raising my voice, always holding space for us. I’d buy your favorite candles, their soft glow a reflection of your beauty, and make sure they’re extinguished as you drift into peaceful sleep. I’d take you to your comfort place, whether it’s miles away or simply the comfort of our bedroom on a heavy, wintry day. I’d pore over endless instruction manuals, though probably only after trying and failing without them, just to figure out what you need. If I were lucky enough to see you walk down the aisle toward me one day, tears would fall, knowing my dream came true. I’d teach your daughter that no obstacle is too great, that challenges can be conquered, whether it’s as small as learning to ride a bike or as vast as navigating life itself. I’d spend hours mastering how to drive a manual car just in case I ever get the chance to teach your son. You inspire me to chase my dreams, to grow, to become the very best version of myself. For you, I’d do it all and then some.

Blocked. In that moment, it felt like the world was crashing down around me. I wondered if our paths would ever cross again, praying that maybe, just maybe, you might change your mind. Every connection to you vanished, leaving only the pictures behind. I’m not angry, not even a little. I understand that you feel this is the only way to find space. It’s your instinct to run, and it’s mine to chase, even if every path leads to a dead end. The silence of the room feels deafening now, no notifications, no sound of your voice, just my thoughts, growing louder by the second. Being without you is like gazing at a night sky lit only by the moon, the stars nowhere to fill the void. It’s like hearing your favorite song with missing lyrics, wanting to sing along, but it doesn’t feel right. I know you don’t need me here, but I want to be. I wanted to be your anchor in the fiercest storms, the ears that listened to every worry, the heart that healed with yours. Push me away, shut me out as many times as you need, just as long as you come back. My love for you transcends every wall, every barrier, every goodbye. Even if this truly is the last one, you’ll always have a place deep within my heart and soul. I’ve grown with you. And while I may not be the best version of myself, you’ve made me better. Your touch has healed pieces of me that I thought were irreparable, fragments broken by years of hurt and trauma. You deserve peace, happiness, and pride in who you are. Even if we never speak again, I hope one day you’ll see yourself the way I see you: extraordinary, strong, beautiful, and irreplaceable. I hope this isn’t the end as my love for you is eternal. Even when the candle burns out, its remnants can be molded into something lasting, something strong. And so will my love for you remain, shaping itself into eternity.

Two poets, each with a distinct soul, shape similar sentiments in different forms. He dreams in paragraphs, broad and expansive, like clouds stretching across an endless sky. His words dive deep, exploring the hidden caverns of life’s stories. She, in contrast, dreams in lines, each one crashing with the precision of a wave. Every word is chosen with care, her stanzas offering brief yet vivid glimpses of a heartbeat. Her verses flow like a gentle whisper, artfully capturing emotions on display. Their forms may be distinct, yet their themes converge: love, loss, and longing, woven into words. They share their work openly, baring their hearts in a space where emotions find resonance. Each sentence pulses with passion, laughter, and stolen glances, their connection sparked from the very beginning. Together, they transform the stillness of night into shared moments, each word a bridge into the other’s world. As they read each other’s lines, each word becomes a cherished fragment. Their hearts, poured onto the page, collide and merge within the ink of their souls. Two poets, entwined, seek to understand the intricate design of love, its gentle, complex beauty. Each line written, every paragraph crafted, reveals their shared exploration through the labyrinth of love and uncertainty. Hand in hand beneath the starlit sky, they craft a story uniquely theirs, blending two beautiful voices into one. Who could have foreseen it? A poet of paragraphs, a poet of lines, falling in love with a beauty all their own.

You're like fireflies in July
The air is thick
The night is dark
Your light mesmerizing me from where I stand
I'll try all night to catch up
Quietly moving through the dark
Waiting to see your glow beside me
But I'm too clumsy
And I am not quiet
And you're always five steps ahead

If my mind was a river
You navigated her current expertly
But no one warned you
About the opening to the ocean

And sometimes
When I place my earbuds in
I don't hit play right away
I hesitate
Because in the silence
If I close my eyes
I swear I hear your laughter

And I'll think of you
In the morning blue
While sipping my tea
Wishing we could be