I am probably the sunshine resting gently in your hair,
the quiet warmth that lingers when the day is kind.
Maybe I am the most beautiful whisper in your wind,
soft and unseen,
but always there if you would only listen.
But even the sun has limits.
This sunshine cannot break through a closed roof.
It cannot warm a room
that insists on staying sealed.
And this wind,
this tender, wandering wind,
cannot pass through walls
that refuse to open.
You lock yourself in.
And somehow, I am left outside
knocking with light in my hands.
You say it's us against the world.
You say love is a battle worth fighting.
But what happens when the enemy
is not the world
but you?
What happens when the walls that keep pain away
also keep me out?
I stand here trying to love you,
trying to reach you,
trying to believe in the us
you speak of so confidently.
But how can it be us against the world
when you are the very walls
that bind me to the pain love brings?
You protect yourself so fiercely
that you forget
love cannot grow in confinement.
You fear the world will hurt us,
yet your silence hurts me first.
You fear betrayal,
yet your distance feels like abandonment.
Tell me...?
what am I supposed to do
with all this light inside me
if you refuse to open the windows?
I cannot shine through barriers.
I cannot soften stone.
I cannot keep whispering into a space
that will not echo back my name.
Love was never meant to feel like
begging for entry.
If it is truly us against the world,
then stand beside me,
not behind walls,
not behind pride,
not behind fear.
Because I can be your sunshine.
I can be your wind.
I can be warmth.
But I cannot be free
if you are the cage.