In your dreams
you're a different person
could it be this-
that you prefer that version?

Tell me your secrets
Tell me your sorrow
All of your regrets
Your dreams of tomorrow
If I asked you to stay
What would you say
Would you tell me right away
Or make it a game we play

I want what's best for you, I swear,
A life that feels both kind and true,
Where daylight breaks through every care,
And skies are never dull or blue.

But sometimes dreams get tangled up,
Like words that don't come out just right-
There's a poem stuck inside my throat,
Unsaid beneath the fading light.

I write of love that hides and bends,
Of wanting someone who's not "her",
In quiet rooms where judgment waits,
And whispered fears begin to stir.

Maybe someday I'll speak it loud,
The truth I clutch inside my chest.
Until then, I will hope for you,
And wish for me a little rest.

-A quiet wish.

The people we meet in life
always stay with us -
some as beautiful memories,
and
some as ugly scars.

You were worried about
the storm, so you
invited it in,
wanting to control the
damage through your
kindness and friendship.
But you can't.
The storm doesn't have
a conscience.
It will never be a cute
pet on your leash.