Welcome to the Headspace

I love you.

because that's the love you yield —

or do you seek a soul to bear

the storms you’ve yet to heal?

If your chaos begs for care,

is your love just a plea?

To want someone who’ll stay through storms,

Why do your footsteps still echo in my world?

Why do you linger in my light

still asking to stay,

still reaching for my hand as if it belongs in yours?

Why do your lips find mine

like they never learned goodbye?

Why do your eyes

search mine for shelter,

for the warmth of love,

the softness of care,

the safety of something that once was real?

Why do your fingers still trace every part of me

like I’m a map you never stopped memorizing?

And why,

when the sun slips into your room each morning,

am I still the first thing you greet?

If the door is truly closed,

tell me