It’s a strange kind of blessing,
feeling everything this deeply.
People say I fall too fast
but maybe I just love
without rationing my heart.
I feel the shifts, darling.
The quiet distance.
The way the air changes
before anyone admits it.
I wanted someone
who would walk me home.
Hold my hand
on the heavy nights.
Fight for me
in the soft ways
that matter.
Tongue tied whispers
made us tone deaf.
Two gentle hearts
losing each other
between the lines
we never said out loud.
Maybe that’s how it happens
love breaking slowly
in the spaces
we didn’t know
how to fill,
darling.
Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 3:53 PM UTC
It’s a strange kind of blessing,
feeling everything this deeply.
People say I fall too fast
but maybe I just love
without rationing my heart.
I feel the shifts, darling.
The quiet distance.
The way the air changes
before anyone admits it.
I wanted someone
who would walk me home.
Hold my hand
on the heavy nights.
Fight for me
in the soft ways
that matter.
Tongue tied whispers
made us tone deaf.
Two gentle hearts
losing each other
between the lines
we never said out loud.
Maybe that’s how it happens
love breaking slowly
in the spaces
we didn’t know
how to fill,
darling.
