in Aᥕᥱ with ყoᥙ

You

aren’t just a person, honestly.

you’re more like a LAMP left on

in a house full of thunderstorms.

You

are the unofficial keEpEr

of my S ᶜ a ᵗ t ᵉ ʳ e ᵈ thoughts.

the way you unburden your soul as if your heart quietly s∿y∿n∿cs with MINE.

the way you O P E N your heart, hold it in your hands,

and place it so gently before me

like TRUST has your name written on it.

sometimes i think,

if my day were a badly oRgAnIzEd room,

you’d be the weird little shelf where everything somehow fits.

if the universe is a bizarre thrift store,

full of random furniture, glitter,

B̸r̸o̸k̸e̸n̸ clocks, and emotional damage

then finding you was like spotting

the one item i’d actually take HOME ⌂.

drop your heavy thoughts here.

i’ll HOLD them.

drop your unfinished feelings.

i’ll HEAR them.

all the tiny fragile pieces

you hide behind a smile.

let me FEEL them.

i 𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 ✧ them all,

tucking them carefully

inside the little cabinet▣ of my heart.

i’d be here always.