The world around me feels staged
A paper thin set built from borrowed Feelings
Every smile a prop
Every touch a rehearsed gesture
Meant to look like tenderness
From far away
I move through it anyway
A ghost wearing a heartbeat
Collecting counterfeits
Plastic promises
Hollow warmth
Kisses that taste like someone
Trying to remember what love
Is supposed to feel like
Even the sky feels artificial
A painted dome
Cracking at the edges
Where the truth leaks through
Like light
I keep searching
Not for perfection
Not for magic
Just for something that doesn’t dissolve
When I hold it too tightly
Some nights
I swear I can feel real love
Circling me like a shy animal
Close enough to warm the air
Too wild to step into my hands
And I wonder
How many more false suns
Will I stand beneath
How many almost loves
Will I bury in my chest
Before the real one arrives
And recognizes me
Before I run out of time
The world leans in
Soft but unflinching
And whispers through the cracks
If you’re asking
Then yes
You’re still alive enough
To find the love
That won’t disappear
When you touch it