I want to learn how
you disappear mid-thought,
just so I can leave little things
you’ll find when you come back.

I want to notice how your eyes wander
when the world gets too loud
and quietly offer a better view
—maybe me.

Not in a grand gesture—
just the way a kettle hums before
you realise you needed tea. (Or company.)

You don’t have to ask.
You don’t owe me anything.
But if you let me,

I’ll be there—
steady, like attention that
shows up with snacks

and maybe a compliment
you weren’t expecting.

you're not greedy
keep the peices folded
its okay
that you want to
be seen.
is it okay
that i see you?

He writes like dusk— soft,
a little golden,
never asking to be noticed.
Seventeen,
he shapes monsoon melodies  
into paper birds.  
I read between his lines,  
smiling at secrets  
he doesn’t know I keep.

for expressing, for being honest.
Your words meant more
than you might know—
thank you for trusting me
with them.

I know you’re not
ready to talk about everything,
and that’s okay.
You don’t owe me clarity
before it’s ready to arrive.

Just know: I’m here.
No pressure, no expectations.
I care about you,
and I’ll keep showing up in quiet ways—
poems, messages, whatever feels gentle.

You’re not alone in the heavy stuff,
even if you carry it silently.

And if someday you want to share more,
I’ll be listening.
Until then,
I’ll keep sending words that
I hope feel like warmth.

i'm scared of
direct conversation
i don't know if
i told you that

so heres the conversation
i wish i could have

i wonder
if the way i might feel
scares you
like it scares me

i can't exactly ask
if its okay
that i want to
call you pretty
(but is it?)

or if i can flirt,
in the subtle way
i have

or if you'd find it witty

honestly,
the way i want to be
honest
scares me

i don't want to say
too much
or pressure you
because

you've had too
much of that
already

i just want to know
if this could be
something that

i can wish for
subtly

again, i must shout from the rooftops
that it's okay
not to know
or want

these really are just questions
floating around without
a home

you don't need to catch them
although
a poem would be nice

i don't want to ruin our
friendship
because
i know i might

You ask if I see you—
not the version I’ve imagined,

but the one who hesitates
before naming what she feels.

I see the quiet questions
you carry like folded notes
tucked behind your ribs,
half-written, half-known.

You say you’re not a good person,
but I’ve watched you care
in ways that don’t ask for credit—
just closeness.

I don’t need you certain.
I don’t need you defined.
I just need you honest—
and you already are.

So yes, I see you.
Not as perfect,
but as someone I’d stay for,
even in the spaces
you’re still learning to name.

would i ever dream
of telling you who to be
well, the answer is never
to that one, dear

i'll be here
in any way you need
whether i can gather the courage
to start a spark

yourself is you
i hope you can bloom
whether that is in my direction
or not,
i'll be here
your friend

you're worth staying for