you walk through my dreams as if they belong to you

In the silence of the city at night, I lie awake cradling the weight of missing you. An ache that hums beneath my ribs. This weak soul of mine is caught in a loop—always choosing you, even when the world whispers there might be something better, something easier, something brighter, something softer. But better doesn’t feel like you. Easier doesn’t feel like the way my chest tightens when I think about you. The fear isn’t just losing you to the path you didn’t choose. It’s realizing that no matter what comes along, this daddy-issued tainted soul has already made its choice. And maybe, that’s both the most beautiful and the scariest thing of all.