There’s a love deeper than it can swim –
Anxious of itself, that it can barely breathe…
A breath so anxious of that very first touch;
As we spin fantasies around a favourite crush…
Our courage never matches what a dream does.
When my eyes open, can my spirit open to you,
Leaning into you; my heart beating harder, like it’s
Learning to beat for two... could I be madly in love,
But still make sense of it all… sense when you’re
Not okay, even when you say “we’re okay.”
Keeping the memory of our young love –
It’s nostalgic ideal; though ideally, we can’t swim,
As far as we hope to see; can’t breathe any harder
When it’s real; but maybe when it’s real, we stop
Living through a reel, trying to capture a moment
That isn’t, “our real,” but only if you want that,
Only if you choose to be real with me.
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 3:44 PM UTC
There’s a love deeper than it can swim –
Anxious of itself, that it can barely breathe…
A breath so anxious of that very first touch;
As we spin fantasies around a favourite crush…
Our courage never matches what a dream does.
When my eyes open, can my spirit open to you,
Leaning into you; my heart beating harder, like it’s
Learning to beat for two... could I be madly in love,
But still make sense of it all… sense when you’re
Not okay, even when you say “we’re okay.”
Keeping the memory of our young love –
It’s nostalgic ideal; though ideally, we can’t swim,
As far as we hope to see; can’t breathe any harder
When it’s real; but maybe when it’s real, we stop
Living through a reel, trying to capture a moment
That isn’t, “our real,” but only if you want that,
Only if you choose to be real with me.
This poem explores the fragile space between idealised love and reality. It reflects on the anxiety of emotional intimacy, where desire and imagination often outweigh courage, and where love is both deeply felt and uncertainly understood.
It questions whether true connection can exist beyond fantasy, while still holding onto the hope of mutual honesty and emotional presence.
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