Not So True

I will fall in love with you today— “So soon?” you’ll scoff, or look away.

But hearts like mine don’t ask for time, They leap with reckless, aching rhyme.

I will fall in love with you today, And weep and plead for you to stay.

For without you, I’m half a breath, A soul untouched, a stone in death.

I will fall in love with you today, It’s all I wish, it’s all I pray.

Just love me back with all your might, One gentle touch can make me right.

I will fall in love with you today— Let chaos rise and skies turn gray.

But prove me wrong, or prove me true, I place my trembling faith in you.

I will fall in love with you today, Like no one else, in no cliché.

So hold my hand—don’t turn, don’t shove— And stay with me, my storm-swept love.

The Love Story

It wraps me up tight and warm, It’s not friendly, it’s here to harm.

My mind all tangled, thoughts in disarray, I can't escape, I can't find my way.

I hear voices from all around, But no solace, no peace is found.

"Take a deep breath," they softly say, But it’s not so simple, I reply, no way.

Anxiety coils around me like barbed wire, Vivid visions that set my soul on fire.

I cry in pain, defeated, undone, Filled to the brim, yet empty, I run.

I search for a cure, I search for peace, A moment to let go, a moment to cease.

But it lingers still, an endless tide, As I face the darkness, nowhere to hide.

I fight with myself, I battle each day, The weight of it all pulling me astray.

But inside, a whisper begins to grow— A reminder, a truth, I’ve always known.

Through the storms, through the strife, I still hold the strength to fight for life.

I rise, I stand, I face the flame— I am not broken, I am not the same.

We all have battles we’re destined to fight, Some scar our souls, some steal our light.

But this dark foe won’t last forever— With courage alive, I’ll surrender never.

I wipe my tears, breathe deep, stand tall, It’s not the end—I still hear the call.

And now I see with crystal clarity, My heart can break free, I claim my liberty.

No more chains, no lies to bind, I’ll spread my wings and leave the past behind.

Twin Flames

I fell in love once— and then, I fell again.

Was my heart wide open, or seeking shelter from pain?

Was it fair to one, unjust to the other?

The questions came rushing— but I didn’t bother.

One love was calm— a quiet, healing flame.

It held me steady, asked for nothing, gave no blame.

It promised peace, a home that felt like grace

So I clung to it fiercely, in its warm, gentle embrace.

The other love was fire— a spark I couldn’t tame.

It danced with laughter, called me sweet, called my name.

It lit my sky in hues of restless, electric blue—

Nights turned to mornings, yet the blaze only grew.

It pulled me close, then left me wanting more,

A tempest of desire I could not ignore.

Unshackled

He wanted her, She wanted him. But was it real? Or just a whim?

The love, the care, the warmth, the pain— She couldn’t cast them aside in disdain.

They met again, as they often did, In a crowd, where strangers hid.

But when alone, the world did shift, Nothing could break their secret rift.

Today, in a crowd, they crossed once more, She knew this meeting would bring heartache galore.

Love would flow, like a waterfall's song, But in the end, would it last long?

He touched her, kissed her, with fervor untold, She was taken aback by passion so bold.

He wrapped her close, like a blanket tight, No escape for her, not even in flight.

Love surged, vast as the endless sea, She felt small, yet tethered, not free.

She didn’t want this moment to cease, For love and love were her only peace.

The night drew to a close, and the morning bloomed, The sun rose high, dispelling the gloom.

She opened her eyes, searching for him— But he was gone, vanished on a whim.

Drifting Apart

He wanted her, She wanted him. But was it real? Or just a whim?

The love, the care, the warmth, the pain— She couldn’t cast them aside in disdain.

They met again, as they often did, In a crowd, where strangers hid.

But when alone, the world did shift, Nothing could break their secret rift.

Today, in a crowd, they crossed once more, She knew this meeting would bring heartache galore.

Love would flow, like a waterfall's song, But in the end, would it last long?

He touched her, kissed her, with fervor untold, She was taken aback by passion so bold.

He wrapped her close, like a blanket tight, No escape for her, not even in flight.

Love surged, vast as the endless sea, She felt small, yet tethered, not free.

She didn’t want this moment to cease, For love and love were her only peace.

The night drew to a close, and the morning bloomed, The sun rose high, dispelling the gloom.

She opened her eyes, searching for him— But he was gone, vanished on a whim.

Am Done

Oh, this sadness, I no longer can bear.

Oh, isn’t there someone who would care?

Oh, this pain—can somebody share?

Is there no one brave enough to dare?

To sit beside me in the dark,

To hold the silence, hear its mark,

To feel the tremble in my plea,

And not turn their eyes away from me?

Is this how life is meant to be?

Is this how it will continue to treat me?

Is there no door that will help me flee?

Is there no way I could be free?

No hidden window, no secret stair,

No whispered hope in thinning air?

Must every sunrise taste the same—

A quiet ash, a muted flame?

Am I alive or am I dead?

How many tears can one heart shed?

How much more should I bleed instead?

How long must I live in fear and dread?

How long must I wrestle the night,

With trembling hands that clutch too tight?

How long must my shadow grow,

While the light forgets the way to glow?

Is there an end, is there a pause?

Is this for a reason—Is there a cause?

Is there an “is,” is there a “was”?

Is there escape from these iron jaws?

Or is this ache my destined role,

Etched too deep within my soul?

A script unwritten yet fully known,

A harvest reaped from seeds long sown?

How much more to heaven’s gate?

Is it written, does it wait?

Is this all sealed within my fate?

No love to gain, just pain and hate?

Will mercy find me where I kneel,

Where wounds are slow and slow to heal?

Will grace descend like gentle rain,

And cool the fever of this pain?

I cannot survive, not anymore.

I am empty, hollow to my core.

There is nothing left in my cup to pour.

I am drowning still—pull me to shore.

My hands grow tired of reaching air,

Of grasping hope that isn’t there.

The waves rise high, they pull me deep,

Into a silence far from sleep.

I pray—this is my last resort.

I ask and beg in His merciful court.

Let this life be beautiful and short.

Let me escape through a hidden port.

If not release, then grant me light.

If not an end, then give me sight.

Let broken pieces rearrange,

Let suffering loosen, shift, and change.

Give me an end beautiful as can be.

Make me forget all the “you and me.”

Give me things beautiful to see.

Lock this door and throw away the key.

Or better yet—unlock my chest,

Return my breath, restore my rest.

If I must stay, then let me rise—

Not as I was, but reborn and wise.