i didn't mean to find you,
and i'll go again if you want
but
extinguish
my hope,
before it grows

i don't care if i get in trouble for posting this,
god knows i care, i care so much

it's eating me up how i want to
make everything alright for you
I wish that i could hold you
until everything bad you felt stopped
and i don't care that you're not over him

I'm here till the very last ghost of him  
is out of your bloodstream
and all the days after that
if you want me to be

i'm here for all the hope
that one day you will be over him
you'll have closed that chapter

even if i never get to tell you
how beautiful i find you,
in the most non-platonic way i can
i will be here caring for you
in any way you need me to

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.