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Some things disappear into the darkness… not to be forgotten, but to become something the light would never understand. And when they return, they do not knock, they do not explain… they simply stand where their ghosts were buried, wearing the silence like a crown.
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Let Me In 🖤🥀
Where Restraint Meets the Tender Ache of Belonging
Her quiet shores recede beneath the moon,
while restless tides return with whispered longing.
Each retreat deepens the ache of wanting;
each silence shelters an unspoken confession.
His presence unsettles her practiced stillness.
A lingering glance, the warmth of his voice,
and restraint becomes its own seduction,
a tender hunger neither distance nor time can quiet.
She stands sovereign in her softness,
yet yearns to rest within his certainty;
not possessed, not diminished,
but cherished where her guarded heart unfolds.
Patiently, she awaits his promised touch,
while longing plucks the strings of silence.
Beyond the hunger of flesh
lives the deeper need to be understood.
Say it, my love. Etch it into me:
that this yearning does not live alone,
that beneath your measured silence
some tenderness answers my own.
Let me in…
Not to disturb the peace you have earned,
nor demand promises from tomorrow,
but through the smallest opening of trust,
where two hearts may speak without fear.
Sometimes a lifetime passes
before one familiar voice awakens belonging.
And if distance asks us to wait,
let patience preserve what longing reveals.
For all she seeks
is to be the one you reach for
when everything else falls silent.
© Loyla 🖤🥀
Not every love story begins with a kiss.
Some begin with a silence…
A name you shouldn’t think about.
A soul you somehow recognize.
And a darkness that suddenly doesn’t feel so lonely.
I wonder if she knows…
That somewhere in the darkness, a man is writing poetry about a woman he cannot touch.
And every word is another confession…
That some temptations are worth losing heaven over.
There’s a certain kind of loneliness that only exists in the darkness… the kind you learn to live with.
And then, without warning, someone’s words begin filling spaces they never knew were empty…
Some souls have a way of reaching you without ever touching you.
Some souls are wildfire… others are the sea…
But hers… hers is something far more dangerous.
She sees the darkness in others… and somehow makes it feel beautiful.
On her darkest day…
when even the stars forget her name…
I hope she remembers
somewhere in the shadows…
she was always the light
someone was afraid to lose.
Somewhere between who I was and who I became… something went missing.
I stopped looking for it when I realized the thing wearing my old identity was never really me.
But sometimes… it still answers when someone calls my name.
Some doors don’t creak when they open…
Some shadows don’t disappear when the sun rises.
And some things that follow you aren’t trying to catch you…
They’re waiting for you to remember why you ran.
Well… after a month away, I’m back. Sorry to anyone I left hanging or didn’t respond to. Life got heavy, and I needed to step away for my mental health. Sometimes you have to disconnect to find a little peace again. Nothing personal… just needed time for me. I missed ya’ll ❤️
Some desires don’t ask to be touched.
They ask to be haunted….
To live quietly beneath the skin,
where no one can see them…
except the person who put them there. 🖤
I trust the night more than daylight.
Darkness has a way of revealing what never really left…
the ghosts,
the almosts,
the names you stopped saying
but never stopped feeling.
I’ve spent enough time in the dark to know every shadow has a shape.
Most of them disappear when the light finds them.
But every once in a while, something carries its own color into the darkness…
and suddenly you remember the shadows were never the only thing there.
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