#romanticache

[lunaveiled]

Your heart feels like heaven to me —

and everything I do, every choice I make... it’s all just to earn a way in.

Because I’m yearning for your presence, longing for your voice,

aching without your touch.

If only you knew how much I miss you...

you’d come running to me and never leave my side.

[wornbriefly]

Today I Crave: The Lie

Some mornings, I don’t want reality. I don’t want honesty or distance or the dull ache of being known but not chosen. I want the illusion. I want someone to look at me with the kind of softness that makes me believe, just for a moment, that I’m the only one they’ve ever wanted.

It doesn’t have to be true. I just want to feel it—the weight of devotion, the warmth of being held in a gaze that says mine. Even if it’s only pretend, even if it fades by tonight.

Because sometimes the lie of love feels kinder than the truth of loneliness.

[bookofillusorylove]

Hunger in the Hush

i have walked years

with my hands empty

and my chest full of shadows,

but even in the quiet

your presence hums beneath my skin.

i ache for the curve of your command,

for the gentle weight of your expectation,

for the way obedience

can bloom into something sacred.

i would kneel in silence,

offering the soft ruin of myself,

every pulse and breath

a tribute to a throne i cannot touch.

if i could taste your world,

even from afar,

i would drink it slowly,

let it flood every hollow

i have carried

since the last ghost of longing left me.

and yet, i wait—

beautifully broken,

hungry,

utterly yours

without claim,

without touch,

without end.