#soultied
You’re dangerous.
Not in a literal kind of way, like with knives and guns and chains.
No, never in that way.
You’re dangerous in the way you look at me.
Like you can see straight through my flesh and bones and down to the trenches I hide in.
You’re dangerous in the way your tone shifts when you speak to me.
Quiet. Soft spoken.
As if your words are only allowed in my ears. In my head. My heart.
As if I’m the only person meant to understand the language you speak.
You’re dangerous in your presence alone. Confident. Boisterous yet thoroughly contained under well defined lines.
A familiar soul wrapped in nostalgic imagery.
You’re dangerous in the way that feel so familiar and yet brand new all in one.
The way my soul, my very being, feels tied to your happiness.
Like the red string of fate grabbed me by the wrists and said to hold on tight.
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 3:56 PM UTC
Laying with heavy words- trying to regulate myself.
Sifting through the confusion of my heart and mind.
That soul bound undeniable bond I left sitting on my heart's shelf.
The tangible consistency of another that logic tries to remind.
But these words, they haunt me, and shake me awake.
They bring forth these tears and tell me all else is fake.
Me: "I know. I hate how much you still affect me."
You: "And that's because you're always gonna be mine no matter who is with you."
Me: "I'm yours... but are you mine?"
You: "Yes."
There it is finally written, brought to the light.
That red string of fate- we've always been tied.
The embers of my heart forced to ignite.
Every nerve in my body so suddenly fried.
Craving this unspoken love we always try and fail to deny.
You light me up like my phone in the middle of the night.
I know I shouldn’t take the bait, I know it’s not right.
I was never truly able to say goodbye.
Now I know, you didn’t feel nothing after all.
You held on too, it was real for you.
We are still soul-tied, mi amor, braced for the fall.
I’m still yours, somehow you always knew.
Even in the silence, the distance, and time’s passing.
Something between us feels everlasting.
I tried to close it off, let it go, say no.
But in my chest, tender and slight,
that fire I once mentioned is still burning bright.
They were no embers, they raged in my chest,
Chasing after tinder, to save the flame,
when you left me a drenched and dreary mess.
I know if we meet again, we’ll still feel exactly the same.
Hungry and destined to collide once more.
Say it will be the last time, your ghost will not haunt me like before.
Tell me, please, you won’t break me again.
I would forgive your every sin.
Just to be with you, skin to skin.
Hold your hand, make you smile within.
Watch me risk it all, everything I hold dear.
If you would only choose to let go of your fear.
Why can’t you just be here?
Just say that you’ll always be near.
As I said once before:
The world would have us star-crossed,
please, mi amor,
don't accept that our future is lost.
I still hold on to the dream, the one of you and me.
A steady candlelight vigil, a flame of hope, in my heart for only you to see.
Did it not feel meant to be?
Your words spelled it out to me... finally.
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 12:23 PM UTC
They fall—not all at once, but in quiet, stolen moments. He writes her poetry in the night, she hums songs into his silence. Their love spills like golden light, stretching into endless nights, bending time, making them believe in forever.
She calls him kiddo, teasingly, as they walk under a sky filled with memories. He calls her his favorite, because she is the spark that sets his world ablaze. Together, they write their own symphony, unwritten yet deeply felt.
But all love stories have their storms.
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 2:58 AM UTC