u/Few_Things26

He wasn’t trying to be special,

‎Yet somehow he became my favorite thought.

‎Like midnight conversations, soft music,

‎And the kind of feeling you can’t explain properly.

‎

‎Sometimes he’s chaos,

‎Sometimes he’s comfort,

‎And somehow I keep finding myself

‎In the middle of both.

‎

‎The scary thing about him

‎Is not his smile or his eyes—

‎It’s the way he makes ordinary moments

‎Feel important.

‎

‎A single text changes my mood,

‎A single laugh stays in my head all day.

‎And suddenly I understand

‎Why people write poems about someone.

‎

‎Maybe he doesn’t realize it,

‎But he carries this strange warmth—

‎The kind that quietly fixes parts of me

‎Without even trying.

‎

‎And if I’m honest,

‎I think a part of my heart

‎Started choosing him

‎Long before I noticed it myself.

‎

He wasn’t trying to be special,

‎Yet somehow he became my favorite thought.

‎Like midnight conversations, soft music,

‎And the kind of feeling you can’t explain properly.

‎

‎Sometimes he’s chaos,

‎Sometimes he’s comfort,

‎And somehow I keep finding myself

‎In the middle of both.

‎

‎The scary thing about him

‎Is not his smile or his eyes—

‎It’s the way he makes ordinary moments

‎Feel important.

‎

‎A single text changes my mood,

‎A single laugh stays in my head all day.

‎And suddenly I understand

‎Why people write poems about someone.

‎

‎Maybe he doesn’t realize it,

‎But he carries this strange warmth—

‎The kind that quietly fixes parts of me

‎Without even trying.

‎

‎And if I’m honest,

‎I think a part of my heart

‎Started choosing him

‎Long before I noticed it myself.

‎

I grew up learning how to hide,

‎Keeping oceans quiet inside.

‎Laughing softly, acting fine,

‎While carrying storms all the time.

‎

‎I became strong a little too fast,

‎Holding onto pieces of the past.

‎People saw the smile I wore,

‎Not the tired soul behind the door.

‎

‎I give my love so deep and true,

‎Even when life was harsh to me too.

‎A gentle heart in a world so loud,

‎Still trying to make myself proud.

‎

‎Some nights my thoughts feel hard to fight,

‎Like endless shadows without light.

‎But even stars are born from dark,

‎And pain can never erase my spark.

‎

‎Because my life is not just sorrow,

‎It is surviving every tomorrow.

‎A story of falling, healing, and grace

‎A brave soul still finding its place.