C’est parce que, dès lors que je touche une note,
J’ai l’impression qu’elle sonne faux.

Parce que je me déteste au moment où je rate un panier,
Un saut d’obstacle,
Un verbe irrégulier.

Engouffrée sous mes draps
Je ne rêve même pas.

Les faits sont ils; bien présents
Il en aura fallu du temps.

Et le coeur battant,
Je médite le néant.

Fear teaches me, sort of aimlessly.

Blaming a resilience I wish I'd seen,
The punch I’d wish I’ve been -
a prey I wished I hit.

Overshadowing the dopamine I’d like to feel.

Via guilt-induced tears, effortfully shield-building.
Via timeless dampening -
I’m nervously standing, brainlessly erasing.

But never has anger crossed that brain,
Never have I ever played this game.

Bright spring
But a pale shadow flicks
Behind my
Back

It reaches for
my hand

Grasps tightly,
like memory
Whispers,
sweet nothings

“Oh, \my beloved,
how I-
miss you”

Delusion, only a breeze,
Yet pitched so familiar
In tone

And my heart’s resolve
Falls through
like water
And I cannot help but

recall past summer’

Look outside,
Is it snow or
summer’s eyes?
Fate plays
gossamer lies,
Yet I’ll try,
If not in this one,
find you in every life.

Pinching myself is
Not enough for me right now
I need to see blood

“Hey…
You don’t have to be strong right now.
You’ve done enough.
You’ve been enough.
It’s okay to rest.
I’ve got you.
Let go of the ache, just for tonight.
You are safe.
You are loved — more than you know.
Close your eyes now,
and let the world wait.
I’ll stay right here
until you fall asleep.”

I love you.
You love me.
So why does silence
stand between us
like a wall neither of us dares to touch?

Why can't we say it—
out loud,
clear,
honest?

Is it fear?
Timing?
Or the quiet belief
that if we speak it,
we might lose
what we're too afraid to reach for?

We carry love
like a secret
burning quietly
beneath the surface.