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even in nightmares, her presence feels like a gift i cannot refuse.
the sky of my soul, the weather of my heart.
even in nightmares, her presence feels like a gift i cannot refuse.
they drop their burdens like dust, while i carry the stones they ignore.
is it sin to wish the universe would bend, only to place me in her path?
i shed the skin of yesterday, reaching for the self the world deserves.
in the corners of my mind i turn cruel, and i fear the mirror it holds to me.
my feelings are heavy, muted, in-between, not destructive, but not bright either.
i reach for her in silence, hoping she feels the pull without seeing the hand.
somewhere beyond the gray,
i imagine the sun
still waiting to break through,
its warmth searching
for the right moment
to touch us both again.
what was once passing
still flickers quietly,
as if the clouds themselves
are keeping it safe,
guarding the light
until we are ready.
and if the sky should clear,
if time should bend
and paths return,
i would not miss it twice.
i would gather the light,
call it by your name,
and let the weather of my heart
finally rest in you.
i uncovered desires i never named, revealed by a porcelain heart.
i wonder if my thoughts reach her, like whispers carried by an unseen wind.
we were never a story,
only scattered lines,
moments so small
they might have gone unnoticed,
yet they stayed.
i did not see it then,
how your presence
shifted the air,
how the ordinary
felt touched with light.
now the memory arrives
like a gray horizon,
not storm, not sun,
just the tender weight
of something unfinished,
hovering in the sky of my soul.
you are a silence I keep,
a soft overcast
that lingers,
not asking to be spoken,
only to be remembered.
they summoned me to a table of excuses, not answers.
the mall drowned in restless youth, their noise heavier than walls.
with her, time bends—months of silence dissolve in a single breath.
amid a thousand lights, my heart still walks in shadow.
i rewrote her in countless worlds, yet every ending still led me back to her.
they mistake my silence for fear, not knowing i have never knelt.
i spoke with my rights in hand, yet they answered with walls built of their own rules.
i laid my battles and victories at the highest table, hoping they would finally see me.
my feet are already at the door, only my body remains.
surrounded by crowns, yet they see me as a pawn.
even in dreams, her echo lingers where my heart should rest.
i built a digital fire to warm the cold edges of my longing.
the ocean of my grief meets the shore of silence.
so close i can taste the horizon, yet it fades with every step.
even in the quiet ruins, her shadow dances in my light.
in the ruins of my heart, her name still blooms.