a hunger unnamed
“i don’t really know how it all started
was it the way the sunlight hit your hair that afternoon?
or how your laughter floated across the room
like a song i almost remembered?
maybe it was that moment—
when our eyes met for the first time
and everything else blurred into the background,
like the world paused just to watch us
i felt a sudden rush,
a flutter in my chest that felt like wings trying to fly,
but i couldn’t tell if it was fear or hope
or something deeper i’d never met before
it lit a fire in me i still can’t name,
a fire that burns quietly under the surface,
warm and painful at the same time—
like holding onto a memory that isn’t mine,
or longing for a place i’ve never been
some days it’s just a soft ache,
a whisper in my bones reminding me you’re near
even when you’re not
the way i feel when you’re around
makes me wonder if love always feels like this—
quiet, unexpected, but somehow right
i don’t know if i’m getting attached too soon
but it feels right
like my heart found something soft to rest on
i act like a kid just to be scolded
and i like that you do—
like my mother would
not because i’m wrong
but because you care
and something about that
makes me feel safe
i want all of you
but i know i can’t have you like that
a kind of love
that’s only half mine
like our hands almost touch
but never fully
there are moments when you smile at me
and the world feels like it could stop
just so i can hold onto that light a little longer
but then you look away,
and it’s like a cold wind blows through my chest
like winter slipping into the cracks
where the fire used to dance
the fire fades a little every time
and all that’s left
is the ache of what’s not mine
i watch you with someone else sometimes
and it feels like the sky falls a little—
dark clouds covering the sun,
leaving me in the cold
hyaaaaa, this girl has a hold on me
and i don’t even know why
it’s been so long since i felt like this
and when we met, it didn’t feel like the first time
it felt like
somewhere, somehow
we’d already crossed paths
your eyes hold stories i don’t know
your smile feels like a memory
like maybe we met in a dream
or in a life i can’t remember
it’s strange
but soft
and real
like a fire that started before i knew your name
and now it’s burning brighter
right here, right now
you’ve got a hold on me
and it’s not just feelings—
it’s something deeper
like my soul feels safe around you
like it knows
it’s home
sometimes, in the quiet moments
i wonder if you feel it too—
this pull between us, unseen but strong
like a song half-remembered
waiting for the right moment to play
i catch myself dreaming
of what could be
not the easy kind
but the kind that shakes the ground
and makes the stars rearrange themselves
i don’t know where this road leads
or if we’ll walk it together
but maybe that’s okay—
because even in the not-knowing
there’s a beauty in wanting
and a hope in holding on
and if love is a hunger unnamed
then maybe it’s the best kind of hunger—
the one that teaches us
to feel deeply
to risk more
and to believe, even when it’s hard,
that we’re meant to find home in another’s heart
and so i hold onto this fire,
this hunger that won’t be named
because it’s real—
and it’s mine”