My name is weird but so is your hair
Best friends forever
Carved in a classroom chair
Treehouse sleepovers
What girlhood should be
But I never showed you
So you never did see
Why the distance  came
Before university
I pray for your joy
I wish for your peace
Best friends forever
Never ended for me.

I’ve written to you many times, through notepads and phone screens.
They transcend to you in another time,
when you can understand the words I never sent.

I shouted your name, and the sky carried it with the wind.
It flows, whisking leaves, unfolding at your doorstep.

I blew bubbles into puddles you stepped through, soaking you from within.
This is how you’ll feel me.

Distant echoes in shadows, quiet murmurs in stillness.
That’s when you’ll hear me—
even without these words.

I trust you, my love, with all that I am,
your words like anchors, steady and calm.
You tell me your pain is fleeting, a phase,
and I hold to your voice like a beacon in haze.
You are my truth, my rock, my guide,
and I trust in the love you hold inside.

I believe in you, in the strength you bear,
in the quiet assurances whispered with care.
You’ve told me we’re safe, you’ve told me we’re strong,
and I cling to those words like a comforting song.
I know your heart, I know its intent,
and I trust each message your love has sent.

But still, a shadow lingers near,
a whisper of doubt, a trace of fear.
What if one day, without warning or sound,
I wake to find you’ve turned around?
What if the love I fight to sustain
isn’t enough to hold off the rain?

I push myself, I give my all,
to make every day a fortress, tall.
To show you joy, to be your light,
to fight for us through the darkest night.
But in the quiet, a question remains:
what if my love can’t quiet your pain?

What if one day, when the silence grows loud,
and the laughter fades into a passing cloud,
you realize something I can’t yet see—
that maybe you’re better off without me?
It’s not your fault, my love, not at all,
it’s just a fear, a quiet call.

I trust you fully, with every breath,
with every joy, with every depth.
Your love is my harbor, my steady refrain,
and I believe in you, through joy and pain.
But trust doesn’t shield from the fears I hide,
of a day you might drift, or pull aside.

You’ve told me to worry not, and I try,
but the thought of losing you makes me cry.
The dryness that lingers, the weight in the air—
I fight it with hope, with love, with care.
But what if one day, we falter and break?
What if it’s more than we both can take?

Still, I believe in the strength we hold,
the fire that burns through the growing cold.
I trust in us, in the vows we’ve made,
in the promises strong and the fears that fade.
And even in doubt, in shadows unknown,
I trust in your love to guide me home.

So I’ll keep fighting, I’ll keep the flame,
I’ll carry the weight, I’ll shoulder the blame.
I trust in your words, your heart, your eyes,
even as fear within me cries.
For loving you is the bravest part,
and I’ll trust you always—with all my heart.

You are my world, my every breath,
a love that lingers, defying death.
Through miles that stretch and oceans wide,
I feel your heart beat alongside mine.
You are the most precious thing I know,
a rare and radiant light, aglow.

In your presence, even far away,
the world feels brighter, soft as day.
Your voice, a melody I hold so dear,
a compass guiding me through fear.
I can’t imagine a life without you—
a world less vivid, dull, and askew.

But I wonder, love, in quiet hours:
am I for you what you are to ours?
Do you see in me the same rare light,
or am I a shadow that dims your sight?
Is your heart as full as mine for you,
or do I ask for more than you can do?

I’d give up everything just to prove
that my love for you is endlessly true.
I’d shed the flaws, the bad I see,
and become someone worthy of all you need.
I’d rewrite myself, erase and refine,
if it meant your heart would stay entwined.

I long to show you, in every way,
that you’re the reason I wake each day.
I’d hold you close, though you’re far from reach,
and pour my soul into every speech.
I’d cross the distance, break the divide,
just to stay forever by your side.

But I wonder still—do you dream of me?
Am I the shore in your endless sea?
Or am I the weight you carry alone,
a fleeting thought, a gentle tone?
Do I fill the cracks, or make them grow?
These doubts, my love, you may never know.

You’ve healed my wounds, erased my fears,
filled the silence of so many years.
You’ve shown me love in its purest form,
a steady flame, a soothing storm.
Yet sometimes I wonder, deep inside,
if I could ever truly reside—

not in your words, but your secret mind,
where thoughts unspoken are left behind.
Do you need me as I need you?
Do you feel this love so deep, so true?
Or am I a chapter, soon to close,
a passing story that no one knows?

I’d change myself, for better or worse,
rewrite my heart, rehearse, rehearse.
I’d bury the pieces you cannot stand,
shape myself by your careful hand.
I’d give you all, till there’s nothing to give,
just to ensure your love could live.

And if one day you no longer need
the love I offer, the vows I plead,
know this, my love, through all the pain:
my heart would break, but I’d never complain.
For loving you is worth it all,
even if someday I take the fall.

You are my everything, my sacred vow,
my reason for being, my here and now.
Though questions linger, though doubts remain,
I’ll love you fiercely, through joy and pain.
And if the answer is not what I dream,
I’ll hold on to this—our love’s brightest gleam