I’ve watched you sleep,
your silent breaths rising and falling
like the moonlit tide that pulls me toward you.
I have counted the freckles on your skin,
mapped them like constellations,
traced the lines of you in the darkness.
You do not see me.
At least, not in the way I see you
as something sacred, something infinite.
I live in the spaces between your thoughts,
in the quiet moments when our hands
hover just before touching,
when your lips part but do not speak.
I want to be the air that fills your lungs,
the weight that steadies your steps.
Let me in.
Let me love you
the way the moon loves the tide—
pulling, pulling,
always pulling you home.
1 comment:
Your poem sounds more like you were playing with something that wasn’t yours. It sounds more like she has someone she really loves and is going through a hard time and laughter, sympathy, fun, and the excitement of something new that you presented enticed a weak and easy path that derails Loyalty, Honesty, Positive vibes, True love, And a connection that you would never hear about from a woman going through a hard moment. She probably has dreams and goals already met, and bigger ones yet to come. Somebody that loves her truly already knows all the freckles on her body not every inch of her all her likes and wants and dreams someone that would move a mountain for her. Someone that would fight an army know when he couldn’t win for her someone that would never mentally or physically harm her someone that anytime day or night is there for her someone tried hard to work with her depression, anxiety, and health issues patiently waiting for her emotions to level out and doing everything he can to try and help so they can get back to all the dreams and goals. They’ve accomplished and set. someone that she already means the world to with history Laughter, happiness, accomplishments, love, and a connection so intertwine they can speak for each other think the same thing love all the same things to be seen again. Anxiety and depression is a tough battle and usually makes the other person look bad when they’re not and never changed. Someone in the situation is an easy target for poems like yours. And could only hurt her worse In the end, continuing to text her and talk sweet, will only continue to bring her depression And anxiety on longer. i’m pretty sure I know who you’re talking about and I know the man that she is with. The man she is with Is one of the kindest nicest big hearted caring giving person I’ve ever met this man loves with every ounce of his heart and soul. This man also will never give up. He will take abuse while she’s ill until she feels better and I promise when she feels better, she will not leave this man. This man will give up everything he has just to make her smile. And this man is not a weak man or a dumb man he is a thinker and he already knows What’s been done there is no secret. And has hurt as you made him. He’s sticking by her side and he is more determined than ever to help her over this hump so I see your poems as hurtful and unwise this kind of story ever works out for the other man. I am not gonna tell her real man about your Poems because I could never hurt a person with a heart so big and a soul so kind Over something that was never yours and will never be yours. he has not reacted to this situation Only because he truly loves her and does not want to hurt her or cause her any more stress. if you were a wise man, you will let her continue with her life if you really want her to be happy. this woman, you speak of whose name starts with an R Has a beautiful wealthy Happy successful life right around the corner With kids and family from Both sides that love them both they keep him informed with everything so please, for both their sake kids and families Leave her alone you don’t need to be texting her. It’s not a secret.
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