love, unspoken.

would he ever know how much i love him,

or does my silence keep it hidden

between my ribs and my breath?

does he know i memorised his favourite songs

not because i love the music

but because i love the idea of our voices

finding eachother in the same chorus?

does he know i learned how to dance for him,

counting steps just to feel closer

just to move the way i imagine he already moves through my mind?

does he know hes the only one

ive ever felt safe enough to be myself with

unguarded,unedited

soft in a world that taught me to be sharp?

does he know he has saved my life without even touching the wounds?

that he pulled me out of the dark

just by existing, just by staying?

does he know that when i say

i would do anything, everything for him

i mean it in the scariest, truest way

with my whole heart in my hands?

does he know that every poem i write is just his name

learning how to hide?