Little Bird Collection

Build it with honesty, steady and true,

Not empty promises that fall straight through.

Build me a love with windows wide,

Where truth can breathe and never hide.

A place where laughter and trust can stay,

Without fear chasing the light away.

No castles in the sky, no grand display,

Just someone who chooses to build me up each day.

Build it with patience, with kindness too,

With gentle hands that see me through.

I’ve lived in houses built on lies before,

Watched them collapse right down to the floor.

So build me a love brick by brick,

Strong enough to hold when life gets thick.

And I’ll bring my own bricks, my heart, my scars,

Help build something real beneath the stars.

Together we’ll build it, slowly, true,

A love worth keeping between me and you.

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2026 🪶

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31/05/26

Mine lives quieter than that,

Buried in the depths

Of what is hers and mine.

It lingers

In the way she pauses

Before speaking her truth,

In the moments she looks for me

Without realising she does.

I left fingerprints

On the soft places,

Not bruises —

Something gentler,

Something harder to explain.

A trace of me

Caught beneath her ribs,

Woven through memory

Like thread through fabric.

I know the shape of her laughter.

I know the shadows

That gather behind her eyes.

I know which walls she built

And which ones are beginning to fall.

And she wears my mark

In the same way

I wear hers.

Not ownership.

Not possession.

Just the quiet knowing

That once someone reaches

The deepest parts of you,

They never truly leave.

She lives beneath my skin.

I live beneath hers.

Two souls

Changed by contact,

Carrying pieces of each other

Through ordinary days.

She wears my mark

Every time she remembers

She doesn’t have to face

The darkness alone.

And I wear hers

Every time I realise

I don’t want to.

🖤 © NCAkinfolarin 2026 🪶

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29/05/26

It waits in the parts of you you avoid —

The still places where your guard softens

Just enough to let it in.

It isn’t your conscience.

That one tries to keep you safe.

This one only cares that you feel it.

It doesn’t push.

It lets your body answer first —

A shift, a pause, something tightening

You don’t name, but don’t stop either.

And it notices that…

It rewards the hesitation,

Keeps you hovering on that edge —

Not enough to break you,

Just enough to keep you coming back.

Because it understands you

In ways you won’t admit.

And it stays…

Until ignoring it feels harder than listening.

And then you realise —

It was never meant to be heard…

Only felt.

Her… it’s always her.

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2026 🪶

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18/4/26

She doesn’t repeat herself

Because she likes hearing her own voice.

She repeats herself

Because something in her was missed —

Not the words…

But the feeling behind them.

The shift in her tone,

The pause she didn’t mean to show,

The way her body tightened

For a second before she spoke.

Because she doesn’t speak lightly.

If she says something once,

It already cost her something.

And I notice —

She’s explaining…

But she’s not.

She’s hoping.

Hoping that this time

I’ll actually see her.

Not just hear her…

See her.

A woman like her

Doesn’t want to fight to be understood.

She watches,

She listens,

She notices who catches her the first time

And who makes her say it again.

And something in her goes quiet

When she has to repeat herself.

Not anger —

Just distance,

A slow step back

You don’t always catch.

Because being seen

Shouldn’t feel like work.

And when it does…

She remembers.

…and that’s when

You’ll lose her.

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2026 🪶

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05/04/26

She walks the unseen roads

Inside me,

Knowing where to step,

Where I protect,

Where I feel safe.

Her presence

Is a road

I pretend I don’t follow,

Even though my breath

Always gives me away.

She doesn’t need to command me

To mark the path —

Her awareness

Lights it all.

And by the time she reaches me,

I already know

I’m exactly where

She wanted me to be.

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2025 🪶

#DislexicPoet

2025

Her eyes glide over me,

Slow,

Careful,

Deliberate,

Like she is deciding

Where she will begin.

My tongue slides across my lips

In answer to her proximity.

My body heats up,

Waiting.

She tilts her head

Just slightly

And the room shifts,

Pulling me into her

Without a single word,

A single touch.

I swear I can feel her

Before she moves,

The promise in the air,

The heat that grows

In the small space

She refuses to close.

That space before touch

Tastes sweet,

A quiet ache

That rises in me

Before she ever lifts her hand.

And I stand there waiting,

Breathing her in,

Knowing the moment

She finally reaches me

Will ruin me

In the best possible way.

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2025 🪶

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26/11/25

The air hums

Before your gaze even moves —

An intense promise trembling between us.

I feel you

In the exhale of your breath,

In the warmth that climbs up my spine.

Your eyes travel over me,

And the world folds itself loud —

Until all that exists

Is pulse and distance.

I don’t have to touch you.

You already ache

Where my thoughts have been.

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2025 🪶

#DislexicPoet

2025

She looks up at me,

Eyes soft,

As if she’s waiting

To see what I’ll ask of her next.

I tilt her chin

With nothing but my tone.

“Easy,” I murmur.

“Stay right there.”

” Eyes on me.”

And she does —

Not out of obedience,

But because she craves

The steadiness

She feels when she follows my lead.

Her exhale warms the space between us,

A quiet surrender

That hums against my core.

She chooses this —

This nearness,

This quiet pull,

This place where her tension melts

The moment I guide her breath.

And I bring her back to that edge

Every time —

The one where calm

And heat

Meet.

Where she and I meet in the middle

In the same moment.

And I stay there with her —

Steady,

Present,

Unmoving —

Until she knows

She’s exactly

Where she belongs.

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2025

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26/1/26

And somehow

She never turns away.

I brace,

Old instincts waking,

But she softens her voice —

A whisper,

“you’re safe.”

“I’ve got you.”

Her presence gentles me,

Without trying.

With her,

I’m learning to breathe

Without restraint.

She doesn’t fix me.

She doesn’t pull.

She simply

Anchors something in my bones —

Unclaimed.

As if my fear

Is something sacred

She has the patience

To hold.

And in that moment

I trust her more,

Than I trust

My own heartbeat —

Because she shows me

I don’t have to hide,

The parts

I was taught

To bury.

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2026

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27/1/26

Your hands do not demand,

They rest

Then move

Then rest again.

Control like this

Does not bruise.

It hums.

It waits

Until I lean in first.

You read my breath

Like scripture,

Slow it,

Steady it,

Hold it.

Between your fingers,

Like something fragile

But not weak.

Yours is different —

It asks,

It watches.

I have known control

That tasted of fear,

That tightened

Until I forgot my own name.

You listen for the quiet yes

Beneath the noise of old memories.

You do not silence me.

You draw me closer

Until the trembling softens.

And when I give myself

It is not because I am broken

Or small

Or lost.

It is because I trust

The sweetness in your restraint.

This is not surrender.

This is choice.

And that is the only kind of sweet control.

I trust.

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2025 🪶

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15/2/26

Not rushing,

Not claiming,

Reading

What you never ask for

Out loud.

You move,

Soft,

Open,

A breath caught

Between need

And waiting.

I stay still.

Let the space speak.

Let you choose

Where the heat

Begins.

Your body responds

Before words ever try —

The tremor in your lips

Tells me all I need to know.

You lean,

Curve,

Offer yourself

In small,

Honest movements,

And I gladly receive them.

And when you settle

Between exhale

And surrender,

I meet you there —

Where your body

Is already moving

And my hands

Already know

The shape of you.

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2025 🪶

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15/2/25

You slip beneath my skin

Like warmth finding a wound,

Like something that was always meant,

To live there.

Your name settles in my pulse.

It moves through me without asking.

Making my heart beat,

With a new rhythm.

I feel you in the loud moments,

In the space between breaths.

In the hot ache behind my ribs.

This isn’t a fire that rages.

It’s slower.

Deeper.

A steady burn that doesn’t destroy,

It claims.

Beneath my skin you linger,

Not as pain,

But as a balm —

A quiet weight I carry

Without wanting relief.

You are not a scar.

Not a wound.

You are the pulse that steadies me,

The heat that reminds me.

I am still wanted.

And fuck if I don’t want you

Right here —

Beneath my skin.

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2026 🪶

#DislexicPoet

16/2/26

You offer love freely,

While I hesitate,

Unable to trust

After years of neglect.

You hold your heart

With steady hands

While I bleed quietly

In places

No one ever thinks to look.

How do I let go

Of the hurt and pain,

The broken pieces of myself,

Long enough

To finally let you in?

And maybe that’s your power —

To offer me love,

To offer truth,

To offer depth,

To offer pieces of yourself

Without asking for anything

But something real.

It’s that right there

That scares me so much

I’m afraid

To take it.

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2025 🪶

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16/11/25

Your love crawled

Beneath my skin,

Set up home inside my blood and bones.

Every heartbeat whispers your name,

Every breath tastes like you.

I am undone in the best way.

You eat through my fear,

My logic, my control —

And goddamn,

I let you.

If love is hunger,

Then feed me until I disappear.

Take the parts that ache,

Leave the ones that still dream.

I am not afraid

To be consumed,

To be found,

To be gone —

If it means I’m yours,

In every ruin,

Then I am lost in you.

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2025 🪶

#DislexicPoet

2025