I’ve tried my best not to love you—
to guard my heart,
to walk the safer road.
But try as I must,
your smile undoes every wall I raise,
your touch lingers in dreams I dare not speak.
I am enslaved by your charms—
willingly lost,
Beautifully yours.

Only you have the map,
the key to my freedom (which I never wish for)
You are my map, and the key holder of my heart.

In her sea of unrequited love I am flotsam—
not even wreckage with a story,
just something left behind,
adrift.

She is the water that carries me,
cool and untouchable,
vast and shining,
indifferent to the fragments she holds.

I do not sink—
that would be release.
I float,
caught in eddies of hope,
drawn near by a glance,
pushed away by silence.

There is no harbour,
no shore with arms outstretched.
Only the endless drift
beneath skies that never speak,
toward nothing,
from everything I once believed.

I am the forgotten,
the unchosen,
the still-loyal shard of something
she never meant to keep—
But can’t quite let go