Leave Me in My Paradise
Some nights I don’t want to be saved.
I want to stay curled up in this tiny corner of London,
blanket over my shoulders, fairy lights blinking slow, rain tapping the window like it’s keeping a secret with me.
I don’t need grand adventures right now.
I need this quiet room that smells like vanilla candles and old books,
this playlist that knows every crack in my heart,
this silence that finally feels like home.
People keep asking if I’m okay.
I am more than okay.
I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be:
alone, but not lonely,
healing without an audience,
growing in the dark like a secret garden.
So please…
if you knock on my door tonight,
knock softly.
Or better yet,
just leave me here
in my little paradise
a little longer
