I used to think love needed proof
A shape, a sound, a name
But everything I held too tight
Learned how to escape
Now I watch the small things move
Without a reason why
Like roots beneath the surface
Teaching themselves the sky
Nothing here demands attention
Nothing needs to stay
There’s comfort in the quiet truth
Of letting things be okay
I don’t question every feeling
I don’t ask it to last
Some moments only exist
So softly, they pass
Some doors close when you knock too hard
Some open when you wait
I believe in things that don’t ask
Don’t explain their shape
They grow inside the open air
They take their time, they take their space
I believe in things that don’t ask
To be held or named
That’s how something real
Learns how to stay
I don’t need a perfect ending
Or a clear design
I just need this gentle sense
That I’m aligned
Every feeling has a season
Every start its pace
Nothing blooms the moment
You chase
If this never turns into more
It still taught me how
To trust the ground
Right now
I believe in things that don’t ask
They arrive, then grow
Quiet enough
To know
