Fingers trace paths only you dare to mark,

Every thought of you ignites the spark.

My body trembles, begging to be undone,

In your hands,
I know I’ll come undone.

You settle under my skin,

not as a whisper,but a flame
searing, raw, alive.

Every memory, a pulse

between my ribs.

You’re the ache I welcome,

the slow burn that spreads.

I am undone by the weight of wanting,

the way your name blooms in my mouth,

a prayer and a sin all at once.

No storm can match this hunger,

no quiet could tame it.

Let it take me.

Let me drown in the heat of you.

Some hearts love, while others turn away,  
And here we are, stranded, worlds apart.  
I’m bound by a love that I can’t betray,  
While you stand untouched, guarding your heart.  

I want your love like breath, like light,  
An ache that words can’t ever fill  
A silent prayer whispered to the night,  
Hoping you’ll feel it, hoping you will.  

I burn for the warmth of something true,  
Yet I’m terrified to break the spell.  
Afraid that asking will push you through  
A door you’ll close, a truth I can’t tell.  

So I keep my distance, my longing concealed,  
Cradling a fire that scorches alone.  
In quiet agony, my fate is sealed,  
Loving in silence, loving unknown.  

I wish you’d see beyond my restraint,  
Feel my love without needing words.  
But here I stand, half-hope, half-faint,  
In a solitude no one’s ever heard.

You cared about the pain I felt,  
Yet all I did was wonder why.  
Wonder why you seemed to care so much,  
When we barely spoke, barely knew each other, why?  

So I asked you, desperate to know,  
Why your care felt like it was more than it should be.  
But what I read didn’t seem right,  
It left me questioning what it all could be.  

In a moment, without thinking, I said,  
“You have no reason to care.”  
I hope I didn’t hurt you,  
I never meant to, but it felt unfair.  

How odd it must seem,  
For you to care about something so small,  
Why didn’t you see,  
I was talking about you, after all?

What’s the opposite of love?  
My teacher asked.  
Most said "hate."  
I scoffed.  

Love, so intense,  
You feel it burn,  
It consumes,  
Takes all you are.  

Hate too,  
A fire raging,  
Consuming until  
You explode.  

But hate is not the opposite of love.  
No. It’s apathy
A quiet void,  
Where feeling ceases.  

Apathy is numbness,  
The absence of need.  
If you asked me about apathy,  
I’d say I envy it.  

Before loving him,  
I didn’t feel empty  
I just didn’t need to feel.  

Now my heart swings,  
Too much,  
Or nothing at all.  
Disconnected,  
Forever untethered.  

For now I know  
The love I long for,  
From you,  
Doesn’t exist.

My love for you is deep, it’s real,  
I long to show you how I feel.  
If our lips met, would you then see  
The tears this love has drawn from me?  

This burning passion, all this time,  
Was just for you, it feels like crime.  
For you, it meant so close to none,  
While I thought we had just begun.  

If you like me, don’t make me wait,  
I’m trapped between this love and fate.  
My heart’s on fire, my soul’s consumed,  
Each thought of you has left me doomed.  

I try to stop, but it’s no use,  
Each step I take just finds excuse.  
To think of you, to dream anew,  
For all I want is only you.

I feel foolish,  
Foolish to think you liked me.  
Your eyes told me a story,  
But your words sang a different tune.  

Lost in what I thought was mine,  
A love I conjured in my mind?  
This cannot be true
Did I misread all the signs?  

I longed for you,  
For far too long.  
And now, with distance between us,  
Your arms will never feel the same.  

But if I could touch you one last time,  
Feel your warmth again,  
That fleeting moment,  
Would be all I’d ask for.

My eyes running from your stare,  
a weight too sharp to bear.  
they told you what i couldn’t say,  
and still, I seem so far away.  

your deep brown eyes pull me inside,  
a place where thoughts and silence collide.  
i want to dive, to drift, to be free,  
to lose myself in the depths of your sea.  

those thoughts you hide, unspoken, untold,  
turn into stares, silent but bold.  
your eyes tell a story, a tale to uncover,  
a book i long to read and discover.  

and still, i fear  
the curve of your voice,  
the reach of your hand,  
the next move that will break  
this fragile stillness.  

when will i see you?  
when will i stand still  
and let myself be seen?