A warning whispered

My eyes have a way of undressing the dustiest corners of one’s mind

And to me, you are a glass of red wine spilled on white carpet

The way you move

The way you shade

The way you evade

Every syllable

Is no mystery to me

Without malice

Without force

Without reason

Just an easy

Comfortable

And yet

Exhilarating fit

We were like

Two puzzle pieces

That were extras

In the picture

They were supposed to make

And yet

Together

We made perfect sense

And with that

A gentle invitation

Will you listen to my incantation?

Even at the risk of your own unraveling?

Even if the sweetened words

Trap us both in a candied cell?

Would it be heaven or hell

If you knew that neither of us could ever escape?

A warning passed down to a little girl

I guess that’s the price we pay

For impulse

That kind of deep tiredness, the screams of a tired body and darker thoughts, is a heavy thing to carry while still creating and sharing. Wanting someone to simply notice and stay present anyway… that feels like a very honest and human longing.

If there’s more of those unfiltered thoughts or feelings you feel like letting out into the world, this quiet corner seems like a safe place for them. No pressure, no expectations — just encouragement to keep sharing what wants to be seen.

What a lovely observation. I am honored you find depth in my raw thoughts.

As if his lids held the weight of the unspoken words between us

And though I gave him the option of saying goodnight early

He declined

Holding onto our connection as long as he possibly could

I thought of all the men before him

The men who told me what I wanted

The men who told me what I needed

The men who listened only

To the words that spoke in their own minds

And I knew that he was different

And I knew that he was kind

And I knew that all I wanted

Was to fall

Wholly into him

Until there was no telling us apart

a crowd gushing around the latest piece.

“Ooooos” and “ahhhs” and “what do you think it means?” filled the room.

A rush neither of us craved.

And so we took our time.

Observing.

Perceiving.

Pausing,

at the beauty in the forgotten.

Pausing,

to enjoy one another.

Until finally, we were able to take a private audience with the final piece.

I found it moving in the way that passion can be unraveling.

You found it unnerving in the way that silence can be a deliberate choice.

And I felt it.

The shift.

An unnamed movement between us.

And I couldn’t help but wonder if it would be our downfall.

The fact that you see fear

in the very thing I find beautiful.

Sumptuous

Unrestrained

Resolute

Ravaging

let me

Explore

Navigate

and

Decipher

Every

Rousing

Questions begging entrance into my mind

Can you find me in the depths of my darkness?

Can you remind me of all the ways I can still feel free?