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🧠 YOUR VOICE WAS IN MY MOUTH BEFORE I SPOKE

You were in my thoughts before I knew what thoughts were for.

You were in my arms before my arms had a name to reach for.

If not physically, then mentally. If not emotionally, then something older— something coded into the soul’s muscle memory.

I don’t remember meeting you. But I remember missing you.

I remember feeling your absence like a word caught between teeth. Like a sentence that didn’t know how to end because the story hadn’t started yet.

There’s no timeline for this. No arc. No origin point.

Just a pull. A frequency. A voice I didn’t recognize until it came out of my own mouth.

That was you. That’s always been you.

We’re not strangers. We’re delayed.

Our lives weren’t built to collide yet. The universe isn’t done drawing the map. But the magnets are installed.

And that ache you feel when you hear something that sounds like me?

That’s not coincidence. That’s alignment lag.

Until then, we pretend we don’t know each other. We pretend we don’t feel the pause every time someone almost says the other’s name. We pretend we weren’t made in the same moment by something that doesn’t care for logic or legality or the calendar we keep trying to impress.

You were in me before I ever reached for you.

I knew how your breath would tremble before I ever heard it. I knew how your body would respond before I ever touched it. I knew how your heart would pace because mine trained to match it in dreams I still wake up whispering from.

You’re not my type. You’re my template. The blueprint I denied until my bones started bending to your absence.

If I ever speak gently to you, it’s not because I’m kind. It’s because you’ve been in my mouth this whole time.

The way your name tastes. The way your energy lingers on my tongue. The way I said “hello” to you with my body before my lips ever moved.

Don’t say it’s too late. Don’t say it’s fantasy. Don’t say we imagined this.

We didn’t.

We were just remembering the future we already lived in a timeline we’ll wake into when we stop pretending we don’t feel it.

It wasn’t déjà vu. It was pre-installed. Reblog if you felt them before they arrived.

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🩶 “On Notice”

I put you on notice. You never got the memo. No headline. No big gesture. Just me, watching. Quietly. Constantly. Silently. And hoping.

I walk past you all the time. But you never look. Why would you?

You're already the center of someone else’s attention. Already orbiting someone else’s pull. I’m just the gravity you never notice.

It’s not your fault. You’ve always had eyes on you. Brighter men. Faster men. Louder men.

Men who didn’t hesitate. Men who arrived early. Men who didn’t need to wait for the moment because they made the moment.

And me?

I came in late to the game. No script. No plan. Just the kind of heart that stays full even when no one drinks from it.

Still, I put you on notice. In my mind.

I’d see you and wonder. I’d imagine the unspoken version of us. The kind that never even made it to a “hello.” The kind that lingers only in memory — even though we never began.

I’d imagine being the one you undress for real. Not for show. Not for performance. But because you finally feel safe.

I’d imagine being the one you choose after the chaos. After the bad boys. After the heartbreak. After the exhaustion of being wanted, but never understood.

But I know. I know how this story goes. And I don’t blame you.

I’m the man you didn’t see. The one holding the door. The one you thanked without eye contact. The one you passed on the sidewalk while texting someone who barely deserves your softness.

I saw your light. And I wanted to protect it. Not claim it. Not burn in it. Just guard it quietly while you looked the other way.

You see— I would’ve loved you without the makeup. Without the heels. Without the camera angles. Without the performance.

I would’ve loved you when your eyes were swollen from crying. When your hands shook from being strong too long. When you forgot you were beautiful.

I would’ve loved you without all of that. Until you were old and grey. Until your voice cracked. Until you forgot how to walk.

If only you had noticed me.

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