Every morning she woke with you already there,
Behind her eyes, before the light.
Her hand reached for her phone like a quiet prayer,
Hoping today might hold a sign she mattered tonight.
Not a performance—no grand display,
No speeches dressed in flame.
Just a simple, steady choosing each day,
Just love that showed up wearing her name.
Most days she swallowed the ache and reached back,
Brushing off silence like dust on skin.
Today she would prove she meant every fact
When she said I love you—and stayed all in.
Each day she gave more at your rhythm and pace,
Learning your needs, your careful retreat.
With every offering, she lost a trace
Of the self she once held complete.
It was her nature that led her to hope,
Her softness that learned to wait.
You took what was offered, unsure how to cope,
Unsure how much love you could safely create.
She laid bare her demons from moment one,
Having learned love leaves anyway.
Better to be known before bonds are spun
Than to lose herself later, afraid.
You judged her sometimes, spoke too fast,
Let your thoughts escape unfiltered air.
But you stayed, trying to understand the past,
Trying to learn how to stay there.
You listened to doubts that weren’t her voice,
Closed doors when fear spoke loud.
You left when the weight felt too much to choice,
Then returned softer, vulnerable, bowed.
So she set her terms gently, guarded by hope,
Because loving you never released.
You tried to stand with her, learning to cope,
Walking beside her, not always at peace.
But your presence moved like a trembling tide,
In close, then pulled away.
Afraid of falling before you’d decided,
You named your priorities—trying to stay safe.
You placed them in order, careful and neat,
Work, healing, time, and breath.
She found herself last, not unwanted—just beat
By a heart still afraid of depth.
She shrugged and said, I’m here, I’m in.
Take the time you need to be whole.
Some days she felt held beneath your skin,
Some days she felt the distance take toll.
Then came the echo of a love before,
A shadow you hadn’t outrun.
You admitted the struggle, the guilt it bore,
How unfinished endings still come undone.
Your feelings stretched thin, divided by time,
By memory, grief, and regret.
You cared for her deeply, but couldn’t untwine
The past your heart hadn’t left yet.
She grew restless—not unloving, just tired,
Her love was free but needed ground.
You knew this truth, but you were wired
To fear what you hadn’t yet found.
To be loved without conditions or weight
Felt beautiful—and terrifying too.
You didn’t want to lose her by choosing too late,
Yet choosing felt like something you couldn’t yet do.
And so each night she wished on an eyelash,
A fragile hope balanced on breath.
That you’d wake ready—steady, unafraid, unbrash—
And step fully into the love you’d met.
Because without you, she didn’t know how to be,
And tonight the last eyelash fell from view.
Tomorrow waits quietly, frighteningly free—
She doesn’t know what she’ll do
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 2:44 AM UTC
Every morning she woke with you already there,
Behind her eyes, before the light.
Her hand reached for her phone like a quiet prayer,
Hoping today might hold a sign she mattered tonight.
Not a performance—no grand display,
No speeches dressed in flame.
Just a simple, steady choosing each day,
Just love that showed up wearing her name.
Most days she swallowed the ache and reached back,
Brushing off silence like dust on skin.
Today she would prove she meant every fact
When she said I love you—and stayed all in.
Each day she gave more at your rhythm and pace,
Learning your needs, your careful retreat.
With every offering, she lost a trace
Of the self she once held complete.
It was her nature that led her to hope,
Her softness that learned to wait.
You took what was offered, unsure how to cope,
Unsure how much love you could safely create.
She laid bare her demons from moment one,
Having learned love leaves anyway.
Better to be known before bonds are spun
Than to lose herself later, afraid.
You judged her sometimes, spoke too fast,
Let your thoughts escape unfiltered air.
But you stayed, trying to understand the past,
Trying to learn how to stay there.
You listened to doubts that weren’t her voice,
Closed doors when fear spoke loud.
You left when the weight felt too much to choice,
Then returned softer, vulnerable, bowed.
So she set her terms gently, guarded by hope,
Because loving you never released.
You tried to stand with her, learning to cope,
Walking beside her, not always at peace.
But your presence moved like a trembling tide,
In close, then pulled away.
Afraid of falling before you’d decided,
You named your priorities—trying to stay safe.
You placed them in order, careful and neat,
Work, healing, time, and breath.
She found herself last, not unwanted—just beat
By a heart still afraid of depth.
She shrugged and said, I’m here, I’m in.
Take the time you need to be whole.
Some days she felt held beneath your skin,
Some days she felt the distance take toll.
Then came the echo of a love before,
A shadow you hadn’t outrun.
You admitted the struggle, the guilt it bore,
How unfinished endings still come undone.
Your feelings stretched thin, divided by time,
By memory, grief, and regret.
You cared for her deeply, but couldn’t untwine
The past your heart hadn’t left yet.
She grew restless—not unloving, just tired,
Her love was free but needed ground.
You knew this truth, but you were wired
To fear what you hadn’t yet found.
To be loved without conditions or weight
Felt beautiful—and terrifying too.
You didn’t want to lose her by choosing too late,
Yet choosing felt like something you couldn’t yet do.
And so each night she wished on an eyelash,
A fragile hope balanced on breath.
That you’d wake ready—steady, unafraid, unbrash—
And step fully into the love you’d met.
Because without you, she didn’t know how to be,
And tonight the last eyelash fell from view.
Tomorrow waits quietly, frighteningly free—
She doesn’t know what she’ll do
