#poeticsoul

It doesn’t matter where we are. It could be a crowded city, a quiet village or even a room with nothing but our laughter.

It doesn’t matter how, with grand plans or no plans at all. What I truly want is the certainty of your presence close to mine.

What I crave is not adventure on distant shores but the simple rhythm of us breathing in the same space. The ordinary miracles mean everything to me.

Your voice drifting through the room, your hand reaching for mine without thought, your eyes meeting mine in the middle of the day as if the whole world stopped for that glance.

I long to sleep in your arms, night after night, resting in the safety of you. In your presence, silence feels full and darkness feels kind.

I long to wake morning after morning to see your face, soft and unguarded, smiling like the first light I want to know.

Love, to me, is not measured in grand gestures but in the repetition of your nearness. It lives in the way one day folds into another, always carrying you within it.

It is in the way my heart learns the rhythm of your heartbeat as if it were my own.

So let the years pass and let the seasons turn. As long as you are beside me, I will have everything.

Because my deepest desire, my only desire is to love you endlessly. In every night. In every morning. In every quiet moment that eternity allows us to share.

Seduce yourself first. Fall for your own fire. Turn your gaze inward until your soul blushes, witnessing how divinely you adore her.

Venus, mirror me.

She talked. I listened.

I talked. She listened.

Then we both listened—with heart and soul....

Somewhere between your words and your laughter, all my yearning and endless longing quietly disappeared.

Even your gentle "Hmmmm..." carries a thousand unspoken words. It tells me you're here, you're listening, and somehow, that's enough....

Not every silence is empty. Some silences are filled with love, understanding, and a presence that says, "I'm with you."

Soft madness calling

that followed your every step.

A smile so bright that sparkled towards my way,

A moment that felt timeless, one I mistook for permanence.

The warmth of your hand lingered like sunlight on skin,

and already the silence between us

was louder than the words we never spoke.

We walked beneath jacaranda trees,

their soft petals against our shoulders,

falling like blessings I thought belonged to us.

The faint rustle of leaves was a hymn,

and I carried the weight of possibility in my chest,

believing desire could be enough.

But your eyes wandered elsewhere,

and I learned how fragile hope can be.

Nights became rehearsals of what might have been.

The room smelled of ink and candle smoke

as I wrote letters I never sent,

each line a plea for permanence.

But permanence was never ours to hold.

The paper cooled beneath my fingers,

and still you slipped further from my reach.

Love cannot be sustained by longing alone.

After you left, I replayed our story

like a play that never opened—

the sound of your laughter echoing in empty halls,

the imagined touch of your hand fading into air.

The garden of us remained barren,

its soil refusing every seed I carried.

I wanted forever,

but forever was never ours to claim.

Now, in the quiet aftermath,

I trace the outlines of what never was.

The ache hums like a low, unbroken chord,

steady, honest, undeniable.

And though I wished for permanence,

I know with a clarity that endures—

the heartbreak was inevitable.

they speak my name as though they know me, deep within i reside, death aside i find the broken signs in the echoes of my lies slowly reforming me into something else, she smiles like everyone does the eyes shines just as bright and the voice sounds like wind chimes i desperately watch through, inside where the knocking doesn’t seem to win.

they speak my name as though they know me, like in those opens fields that i hide in the tall, winding grass seems to be a wall with no way through but the aching wind i can almost smell that sweet scent of life but here i stand staring in, trying to fit in, hopelessly lost in this tunnelling mind of greed only ever turning black as the dust dance with the wind there nothing left to fight within.