I’m not okay,  
but to say it aloud would tear threads from my skin,  
unravel the mask, let the ache sink in.  
If I admit it, if I say I need you  
I’m left bare, raw, my secrets through,  
exposed and hollow where you belong,  
the empty echo of an unsung song.

I crave you like breath, like life, like a fire,  
a fever beneath, a buried desire.  
I ache for the weight of your unspoken stare,  
the way your eyes linger, hold me there  
they press, they pull, they know me whole,  
seeing the ache I can’t control.

If I could just feel you, your warmth, your touch,  
the quiet promise I crave too much  
maybe I’d be real, maybe I’d be whole,  
instead of this silent, untethered soul.  
But this love, it hangs unsaid, unshown,  
tightens around my heart like stone,  
a need that claws at my bones, my core,  
a hunger that grows yet remains ignored.

Because if I say it, I love you
I can’t take it back, I can’t undo.  
It’s not a whim, nor fleeting lie  
it’s a truth I keep but can’t deny.  
So I hold it close, let silence claim,  
this raw, desperate love without a name,  
a whisper hidden, a longing deep,  
a love I nurture, alone, in sleep.