You sit on your bed,  
eyes tracing the night,  
the moon’s quiet glow,  
the stars burning bright.  

And then, there it is
a flash in the dark,  
a fleeting moment,  
a shattered spark.  

You close your eyes,  
make your secret wish  
a silent dream,  
a stolen kiss.  

But it’s already gone,  
the light burned out,  
the echo fading,  
faint and drowned.  

Your dream stumbles,  
lost in the haze,  
but you still hold it,  
you still feel its blaze.  

For even a wish,  
long spent and dead,  
lingers quietly,  
in the space you’ve bled.  

I’m not wishing for a star,  
and I’m not wishing for you  
I’m wishing for a love  
that could have been true.

The world fades to a whisper
voices lose their weight,  
faces dissolve into nothing,  
until it's just him,  
his presence consuming me.  

His eyes find mine,  
and everything shifts,  
a slow burn igniting deep inside,  
a pull so magnetic  
I can’t look away.  

I crave the feel of him,  
his lips on mine,  
soft and teasing,  
lingering,  
until the heat between us  
blurs every thought,  
every breath,  
until nothing remains  
but the taste of him,  
the fire he stirs inside me.

Every time my phone hums,  
my pulse skips  
is it you?  
I check, hoping,  
needing your name to glow back at me.  

But it’s not.  
And the ache deepens.  

I go back to my world,  
halfhearted, distracted,  
my thoughts circling back to you  
always you.  

It’s madness, how many voices fill my day,  
how many words pass me by,  
and yet, none of them matter.  
None of them pull me like you do.  

I crave the sound of you  
the way you make my world pause,  
the way even a single word from you  
feels like a touch  
I’ve been waiting for all day.  

Until it’s you,  
I’ll keep waiting,  
breathless, aching,  
lost in the wanting.

Every time my phone lights up,  
I check  
is it you?  
But it’s not,  
so I sigh,  
go back to what I was doing,  
pretending it doesn’t matter.  

But it does.  

On repeat,  
like a melody I can’t escape,  
I’ll do it again and again  
until it is you.  

Crazy, isn’t it?  
So many voices call my name,  
yet none of them spark that thrill
none of them light up my day  
the way you do  
with just a message.

I bet you taste like hot chocolate  
warm, rich, irresistible,  
drawing me closer,  
pulling me in with every breath.  

Let me taste you,  
not in haste,  
but slow and deliberate,  
letting the sweetness bloom  
softly across my tongue.  

Your warmth spills into me,  
a quiet fire melting every edge,  
each moment lingering  
like a whisper against my lips.  

I want you  
not in halves, not in shadows  
but fully, deeply, completely,  
until nothing remains  
but this sweet, endless heat.

You settle under my skin,
not as a whisper, but a flame
searing, raw, alive.
Every thought of you is a hand
dragging down my spine,
every memory, a pulse
between my ribs.

You’re the ache I welcome,
the slow burn that spreads,
fingers tracing paths
only you dare to mark.
I am undone by the weight of wanting,
the way your name blooms in my mouth,
a prayer and a sin all at once.

I crave the way your touch
would write itself on me,
each graze a promise,
each press a claim.
You, pulling me apart
me, surrendering,
willing to be broken
just to feel whole in your hands.

No storm can match this hunger,
no quiet could tame it.
Let it take me.
Let me drown in the heat of you.

Knefe,
sweet, warm, impossible to forget.

My favorite Lebanese dessert,

and somehow, your nickname, too.

Though you don’t know it
yet.

I feel foolish for liking you this much,

but every thought of you brings a smile,

even through the tears that streak my face.

You cross my mind, and the world fades,

your name louder than any silence.

I long for you

your voice, your gaze, your impossible closeness.

But I know.
I know you don’t feel the same.

I shouldn’t talk to you.

I shouldn’t dream of you.

And yet, I still try.

Try, because sometimes it feels effortless,

and other times it’s a weight I can barely carry.

But isn’t that what love is?

The sweet and the bitter,

the crazy pull toward someone

who has no idea the power they hold.

You’ve consumed me whole,

made me wild,

made me crazy

crazy for you.