I know I love you—more than words allow,
But what I don’t know is the why or how—
How love can bloom so deep, so wide,
That even my shadow walks by your side.

You took the corners of my quiet heart,
Not piece by piece—but every part.
Now every beat sings just your name,
And I no longer feel the same.

My thoughts—your footprints trace them all,
My dreams—your voice is their only call.
The mirror holds no “me” to see,
Only fragments that whisper “we.”

My soul's been stitched into your light,
No day is mine, no breath feels right,
Unless it’s shared with you somehow…
Even my silence belongs to you now.

They say love should set us free,
But I’ve caged myself so willingly.
Each rib, each vein, each silent cry—
Yours to own, and not ask why.

There comes a time, and it came for me,
Where I became you… completely.
And all that's left in this aching plea—
Is you in me,
and nothing left for me.

We waited long for this little ride,
You in front, and me behind,
The road ahead, the breeze so wide—
Yet something holds me back each time.

It’s not the first, we’ve ridden years,
Shared roads, the sun, the rain, our fears,
But still I pause, my heart won’t move,
To hold you close, to gently prove—

That every song, each reel I see,
I dream it's you, in front of me.
I hold you tight, so close, so deep,
You feel my soul in every beat.

But then we ride, and I sit still,
Like a stranger, against my will.
I raise my hand, then pull away,
Afraid of what you’ll think or say.

Not once you say, “Just hold me tight,”
You wait in silence, like it’s right.
And I, in silence, wish you’d ask,
To wrap you warm—that simple task.

Will you one day take my hand,
And break the wall where we both stand?
Or will this hesitation grow,
As silent winds of longing blow?

I dream of rides with no restraint,
Of laughs, of hugs without complaint,
Of holding you as hearts collide—
Addicted to our bike ride.

Maybe...

Maybe people change with time,
Maybe your hopes were drawn too high.
Maybe the dreams you built with care,
Were never meant to touch the sky.

Maybe your efforts won’t be enough,
No matter how deeply your heart may try.
Maybe your love — so loud, so true —
Is something he won't justify.

Maybe the care you give each day,
Goes unnoticed like quiet rain.
Maybe the priority you wear like armor,
Falls on him with little gain.

Maybe he thinks it’s all your role—
To love, to stay, to understand.
Maybe he won’t reply in kind,
Won’t ever hold your trembling hand.

Maybe he doesn’t see the need,
To value what you hold so dear.
Maybe to him, affection’s weight
Is not a thing to show or hear.

Maybe it’s hurting deep in your soul,
But there’s nothing left to do.
Maybe you can’t just walk away,
When every piece still aches for two.

Maybe you asked God with folded hands,
To make him your forever part.
Maybe your desire, once a wish,
Now punishes your faithful heart.

Maybe the choice was only yours,
A hurried “yes” wrapped in delight.
Maybe love came too fast, too soon,
And now it struggles in the night.

Maybe you long to run away,
But chained yourself inside this cave.
Maybe the walls you built with hope,
Now refuse to set you brave.

Maybe it wasn’t your fault at all,
Maybe it wasn’t his to bear.
Maybe time played the cruellest hand—
Two hearts lost in silent prayer.

Maybe he’s slowly losing interest,
Maybe he’s stopped seeing your soul.
Maybe he fails to understand you now,
Or maybe he never did at all.