I built a kingdom at the edge of my sleeve

Tiny secrets no one believes

An empire made of passing thoughts

A place where the love I imagined got caught

You touched it once—just brushed the gate

Didn’t knock, didn’t hesitate

And somehow, I let you in

To the part of me I never begin

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Fingertip kingdom, soft and shy

You found it before I could even try

I gave you a map I swore I’d lost

You held it like it had no cost

In that quiet space, you just replied—

“I’m not afraid of what you hide.”

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I dreamt of saying what I meant

But spoke in sideways compliments

You laughed, said, “That’s your kind of brave,”

And folded my fear like paper to save

I watched you stand where no one stands

No demand, no careful plans

Just eyes like windows left ajar

Letting the outside find where you are

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Fingertip kingdom, soft and shy

You reached it without asking why

I gave you stories I’d never told

You didn’t flinch, didn’t need control

In that breathless hush, you met my sigh—

“I’m not afraid of what you hide.”

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What if I’m too much when I mean the least?

What if I unravel piece by piece?

But you, you stayed—

Like the quiet knew my name

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Fingertip kingdom, bruised and bright

You stayed through the uneven light

No promises, no lines to sign

Just hands that say, “I see, you’re mine.”

In a world too loud, you let me cry—

“I’m not afraid of what I hide.”

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You touched the gate, and I let go

Of all the thrones I used to know