Chasing Sunsets
If only we could chase the sunset one last time and be certain of who you are to me and who I am to you then I can let go as I know you have. And we can carry on with the night apart, as it had been cruelly written
The collection
the fat poet
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Before I Say Good Night
May your dreams carry the beauty you see so effortlessly in this world. And may your heart, when in the morning you rise, feel the kindness you have given mine.
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I Love You More
What I mean is – my love expands with each passing breath, it grows in the quiet spaces between your laughter and your sighs, in the way your hands move without thinking, in the silence of shared moments where words don’t need to exist.
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All Good Things
Be grateful. For the breath that fills your lungs, for the silence that cradles your thoughts, for the gift of this moment – unpaid, unpromised, but yours entirely.
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Endless Love
I have loved you in ways I cannot name, in lifetimes I cannot remember, yet I know you, always, as if the universe herself has written us into the stars, over and over again.
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English
There is no translation for the way my heart leaps or the way your presence stills every storm. When I say “I love you,” so much is missed – what I mean is everything.
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Way Home
your eyes are (tiny moons) pulling the tides of my heart, and your laugh is a comet flashing across this canvas of forgotten worlds.
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The Little Things
Our talks linger in my mind, woven with laughter and whispers, the light things, the heavy things, all falling into place like they had always belonged there. You have this way of understanding without needing to speak, a way of holding me without a single touch.
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Waking with the Rain
Waking to the sound of rain on my window, the steady rhythm of drops against the glass, I stir, bone-tired but smiling, grateful for this gentle greeting from the world. The kind of morning where weariness feels like a badge earned, not a burden.
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Your Energy Shifts
It boggles my mind, how effortlessly he enters your space, how your laughter fades, just enough for me to notice. You think I do not sense it, the way your words twist and reshape themselves around him, like you are building a different world when he is near, one I cannot quite reach.