I wish you could see me
the way you used to,
back when your eyes softened
just by looking at me,
when your hands found mine
without hesitation,
when I was everything
you ever wanted.
You used to hold me
like I mattered,
like losing me
wasn’t even a possibility.
Now I look at you
and I don’t recognise
who you’ve become.
Cold in ways
I never knew you could be,
distant in ways
I can’t seem to reach,
like the person I loved
has been replaced
by someone
who doesn’t love me at all.
And maybe the truth is
I don’t recognise myself either,
not without you.
Maybe that’s why I stay,
why I keep holding on
even when it hurts,
because I don’t know
who I am
if I let you go.
I feel alone,
even when you’re right here,
like I’m grieving something
that hasn’t fully gone yet.
I don’t know what’s worse,
you leaving
or you staying
like this.
Why can’t you see me?
See how much I want you,
how much I’m trying
to keep this alive
with nothing left
to hold onto.
I want us back,
the laughter,
the warmth,
the way love felt easy
instead of something
I have to beg for.
I want you
to fall in love with me again,
to choose me
the way you used to.
But wanting it
doesn’t make it real.
And still,
some part of me whispers
the same quiet plea
I can’t seem to let go of—
please,
come back to me.
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 10:11 PM UTC
I can’t help but feel
like I’ve let you down,
like somewhere along the way
I became someone
you no longer recognise,
someone you can’t place
in the future you’re building.
And I keep wondering
when that shift happened,
when I stopped being enough
and started being optional.
You choose them over me,
even when you don’t say it out loud.
I see it in the pauses,
in the way your replies fade,
in the silence
where your messages used to live.
It’s quiet now,
too quiet,
like something that mattered
has already ended
and I’m the only one
still holding onto it.
I wonder if they get
the version of you I remember,
the one who stayed up late,
who made time without asking,
who spoke like I mattered.
I wonder if they hear your laughter
the way I used to,
if they get the softness
you don’t show me anymore.
Days pass,
slow and heavy,
and I don’t know why
my stomach sinks the way it does,
like my body already knows
what my mind won’t admit,
that I’m losing you
in pieces I can’t hold together.
I keep asking myself,
are you going to leave,
or am I meant to go first?
Would it hurt you more
if I disappeared quietly,
or stayed long enough
to watch you let me go?
Would leaving make you miss me,
or just make it easier
to forget I was ever here?
Because I want to be yours,
more than anything I can explain,
in the way that feels whole,
certain,
real.
But I can’t exist
as a second choice,
as something you return to
when it’s convenient.
I can’t be half loved,
half seen,
half held.
And maybe that’s the hardest part,
realising
I would give you everything,
while you’re already learning
how to live without me.
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 10:04 PM UTC
I miss you
without ever saying it out loud
You’re here
but you might as well not be
Close enough to touch
but somehow
further than you’ve ever been
I could sit right in front of you
and still be overlooked
like background noise
you’ve learnt to live with
but never really hear
I’m here
in the same room
breathing the same air
but to you
I’m just something in the way
something you move around
not towards
I miss when I was everything to you
when your world felt smaller
because it was just me and you inside it
When your eyes searched for me
without even thinking
like I was home
and you always knew the way back
Now your attention drifts
like I’m something temporary
like I was never meant to stay
Now it’s everything before me
and I come after it all
if I come at all
How can someone feel so alone
while sitting right beside you?
How can silence be this loud
when there are so many words
we’re not saying
I feel like a ghost
not fully gone
but never really seen
I exist in the spaces between your thoughts
in the pauses
in the seconds you don’t notice me
Just enough for you to sense me
but never enough
for you to reach out
And it’s exhausting
loving someone
who no longer looks at you the same
It drains you slowly
like holding onto something
that’s already let go
I find myself missing you
while you’re still right here
missing your voice
even when you speak
missing your touch
even when you’re close
I wish you’d hold me again
like you used to
like I was something fragile
you didn’t want to lose
Back when your arms felt like safety
and not something I have to remember
Back when our only argument
was who loved the other more
Back when love felt certain
and not something slipping through my hands
Now I think I know the truth
even if you won’t say it
I think we both feel it
in the distance between us
I think we both know
the answer now
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 2:19 AM UTC
I hate the old me,
the one who stayed too long,
who mistook being needed
for being loved
I hate the new you,
how easy it seems for you
to become someone
I don’t recognise
And me?
I’m somewhere in between
not healed,
not whole,
just… here
I don’t love the new me yet,
I’m still learning how to hold her
without tearing her apart
and I still love the old you,
the one who looked at me
like I was enough
before everything changed
and I was left
trying to understand why
It’s a strange kind of grief
missing who you were
while standing
in front of who you’ve become
and worse
not knowing who I am
without you
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 10:02 PM UTC
We used to grow together
Now it feels like we’re drifting apart
Not loudly
Not suddenly
Just slowly
In ways that hurt more
I still love you
That hasn’t changed
But something in me is breaking
And I don’t know how to fix it
I find myself questioning you
Questioning us
Questioning where I stand
And I don’t want to feel like this
I don’t want to wonder
If I’ve done something wrong
Or if I’m no longer enough
I don’t want to feel replaced
Even if I don’t know by who
I just know
Something is different
And it scares me
That I’m starting to feel
Like letting go
Might hurt less
Than holding on
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 6:53 PM UTC
We used to feel like progress
Now it feels like we’re slipping backwards
Somewhere between love and silence
We lost what we were building
And I don’t understand
How the person I love most
Is becoming the one
I’m starting to resent
How did we get here
Why do you think it’s okay
To treat me like I’m optional
Like I won’t notice
Like I won’t break
What did I do
To deserve distance instead of honesty
Coldness instead of care
Or is it simpler than that
Is there someone else
Taking the place
That used to be mine
Because I feel it
In the way you’ve changed
In the way I question everything now
And it’s getting to the point
Where I don’t even recognise us
Where loving you
Feels heavier than letting go
And I hate that
Because you were never supposed
To be someone
I’d be better off without
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 6:50 PM UTC
Do you still think of me
The way I think of you
Even after all this time
Memories fade but they do not forget
They linger in quiet moments
In songs that play unexpectedly
In places I no longer visit
I remember
How at one point in time
We were inseparable
Like laughter that never ended
Like promises spoken
Without fear of tomorrow
Your name felt like home
Your voice felt like comfort
And your presence
Was something I never imagined losing
But now we are merely separable
Two lives travelling different roads
Two hearts that once beat together
Now learning separate rhythms
How I long to see your face again
To recognise the person you became
To search for fragments of the person I knew
Hidden behind time and distance
But I know deep down
How much I hope never to see you again
Because some memories survive
Only when they remain untouched
Frozen in the past
Where they cannot break again
I wonder if you ever revisit
The chapters we wrote together
Or if they became pages
You quietly turned and forgot
Because I still find pieces of you
In the smallest things
In late night thoughts
And in the silence between conversations
And sometimes I ask myself
If missing you
Is simply another way
Of remembering who I used to be
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 4:44 AM UTC
Do you remember them days
When life was simple
When destiny didn’t stand in the way
When time stood still
For a blink in time
I do
I often find myself looking back
Tracing memories like faded photographs
Trying to understand what went wrong
We were so happy
Until we weren’t
Smiles turned into silence
And silence turned into distance
The day we left
Was the day I knew I had to rebuild myself
Myself without you
Learning how to breathe in spaces
That once felt like home
How many late night talks we had
How many late night cries
How many whispered I’m sorry’s
Lost somewhere between pride and pain
And now look at us
Strangers with memories
Who would have thought two years later
It would feel like it never happened
Like we were pages
From a story nobody finished
Strangers who crossed paths
For a short period of time
When you lay awake at night,
Do I ever cross your mind?
Because you still cross mine
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 4:38 AM UTC
You and me
We sat by the lake
Waiting for something
That never came
The spark we lit
Slowly fades
As I ask myself
Was it me?
The day we left
We talked of memories
Of you and me
The lake we shared
Now belongs to one
The other far away
But not far enough
I remember the wind
The way it touched your hair
The way your hand brushed mine
Like nothing else existed
How did this happen?
What changed?
Maybe one day
We could change
I loved you
But you didn’t feel the same
Now I sit
And wonder
Was it me?
The moon shone
Like blissful stars
Highlighting the scar
Of our love
Tears falling
Swept beneath the silver light
I trace the ripples
In the water
Hoping they carry
Some part of you back to me
Every shadow of the trees
Whispers your name
Every quiet night
Reminds me of what we lost
And yet I stay
Here by the lake
By the moon
By the memory
Holding onto the pieces
Of you and me
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 7:50 PM UTC
When you’re with me
You think of her
Wondering why
You could not have her
You sit and wait
On the edge of the bed
Whispering softly
You love me instead
Cushions squished
In silent agony
Holding the weight
Of what we pretend to be
I wait
And hope
To hear from you
While you hope the same
But not from me
Your eyes drift far
Though you’re close by
Searching for someone
I cannot outshine
One day you may see
What we were meant to be
But for now you sit and wait
For her
And not me
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 7:35 PM UTC