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Can I be a poem without being the poet— watching you read me on a bus ride home and never say my name, ever? Who said I need gifts? Who said I need sweet messages at midnight? Maybe my instincts were never built for asking it. Maybe I was taught to notice instead. Can I be admired— without becoming an admirer once? Can I be someone's person without exhausting myself trying to earn the title once? Can I feel the warmth in you without setting myself on fire once? Can I be your poem one day— Even without ever being with you? Because every time I run, we end up closer somehow— In glances, In silence. Maybe, I was the only one afraid when you left the place we first met. You're inside the story without being the ending. Huh! Truly, A Man Who I Love. And I am still here, loving you quietly.
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Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 1:42 PM UTC
A Space Called Closeness
Can I be a poem without being the poet— watching you read me on a bus ride home and never say my name, ever? Who said I need gifts? Who said I need sweet messages at midnight? Maybe my instincts were never built for asking it. Maybe I was taught to notice instead. Can I be admired— without becoming an admirer once? Can I be someone's person without exhausting myself trying to earn the title once? Can I feel the warmth in you without setting myself on fire once? Can I be your poem one day— Even without ever being with you? Because every time I run, we end up closer somehow— In glances, In silence. Maybe, I was the only one afraid when you left the place we first met. You're inside the story without being the ending. Huh! Truly, A Man Who I Love. And I am still here, loving you quietly.
'Ender Surprise' of my new unpublished collection 'Oh my Twilight and Your Imperfect Perfectionist... Releasing soon!
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Parisha-
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Parisha-
16/F/India
Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 1:42 PM UTC
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