Quiet Hour

Where the quite becomes words

Poems, Love

Love

  • Salt I Choose to Swallow

    I know the cost of this –the way a heart can splitlike a shoreline giving in to the tide,knowing the water will always returneven as it erodes the sand. Still, I move toward you. You quiet the storms in my mind,turn the noise into something soft,like rain tapping on a windowinstead of thunder shaking the… Continue reading

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  • The Love I give

    I wished you were mine —hand in hand, side by side.But you chose someone else, and I stopped asking why.I would’ve given you everything,but you never even opened the door.You walked away without a word,and I learned to stand on my own.Now you’re the one with problems,and I pause before stepping in.You weren’t there when… Continue reading

  • The Way You Touch Me

    When I look into your eyes,I see the life I’ve been reaching for—the one I dreamed of long before I knew your name.A future rises there, soft and certain,as if it has been waiting for us.When your hands find me,I feel the truth of your love.Your touch quiets every fear,tells me I am safe,tells me… Continue reading

  • The Quiet Ache of Wanting

    He walked in, looking amazing, and I felt myself light up under his gaze.But as I replay each moment, I wonder – did I lose sight of who I am?What started out as simple exchanges became months of blurred boundaries.He never spoke of her, and I never asked, but was that my own denial?When I… Continue reading

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  • The Waiting Hour

    The room is hushed, the clock moves slow,Each breath a tide that comes, then goes.You sit beside him, hand in hand,A witness to what time has planned.The days grow quiet, shadows bend,He is gently progressing towards the end.No sudden storm, no violent tide, Just time itself, with nothing to hide.You sit beside him, steady, and… Continue reading

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  • The Goodbye You Didn’t Say

    I want to hate you for what you did but every time I reach for anger my hands close on nothing. No reason. No clean edge sharp enough to cut you out. I wasn’t looking to catch feelings for you, I was steady, guarded, keeping my heart quiet. And then you walked in looking like… Continue reading

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  • What’s Wrong with Me

    I don’t know why I’m writing this Maybe because saying it out loud would make it real Maybe because I’m tired of pretending, I’m fine The truth is… I keep wondering what’s wrong with me Not in the dramatic way people joke about but in the quiet, gnawing way that sits in my chest long… Continue reading

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  • One Kiss Away

    He battles himself every time he’s near meI can see it in the way his jaw tightensAs if he’s holding back something that wants to break freeIt would break something open in him, in usHe stands too close, close enough that the heat of him wraps around meClose enough that my body leans in without… Continue reading

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  • The Risk Between Us

    He spoke firstA quiet flirtation wrapped in a smile,A spark he tossed my wayas if he didn’t know it would catch firethe moment it touched me.But then came the lingering touches, his fingers brushing minelike he was testing a truth he wasn’t ready to say aloud.His hand resting at my back, as if he needed… Continue reading

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  • Collateral Damage

    I want to ask you why – Why you reached for meWhen you knew damn well you were never going to stay.Why you let your words touch me like they meant something,When they were nothing but heat you planned to walk away fromYou played with my hope like it was disposable.Like my heart was some… Continue reading

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