I haven’t been held the way I dream —
not just close, but stitched at the seam.
Not just arms around my frame,
but a kind of touch that whispers my name.

The kind of hug where time forgets,
where breaths align like quiet duets.
Where I melt, unthinking, into chest and skin,
and feel, for once, like I could let someone in.

I want to press my scent into his shirt,
to claim a little space without the hurt.
No more borrowed, halfway stays —
just fingers tracing safer days.

Two hearts with no more roles to play,
just trying to fold the space away.
And in that hush — not quite spoken yet —
a feeling I haven’t known,
but won’t forget.

In the quiet spaces where my heart resides,
I craft a tale of endurance,  where emotion hides.
A facade of fine, a smile painted on,
Hiding the storms, where shadows are drawn.

Through the echoes of laughter, a silence persists, Enduring the ache, with clenched-fist twists.
I say I'm fine, a whispered refrain,
Yet in the depths, a tempest remains.

In the theater of tears, I play my part,
A master of pretending, a work of art.
The world sees strength, a resilient sheen,
But beneath the surface, a different scene.

I endure the weight, the burdens I bear,
A stoic facade, a delicate affair.
Yet, in this masquerade, emotions entwine,
For sometimes, saying "I'm fine" is a valiant design.

So let the verses of endurance unfold,
In the silent poetry of stories untold.
I wear a mask, a masterpiece divine,
Enduring, pretending, yet somehow,
I'm fine.

I was not kidding when I said I love you.
I meant it with all my heart,
All my soul,
With all of me,
For I am bound to you,
And that's what my love will ever be.