Stunz - Hello Poetry

I didn’t know love and want hit the same until you. You didn’t promise anything. You didn’t save me. You didn’t even know. You stood there with a match in your pocket while I was cold. You asked questions and waited for answers. You spoke about your future like it was already listening. Somewhere between your certainty and my silence I remembered myself. The feeling comes in waves. Warm near you. Ach¬ing without you. Same ache. Different name. I don’t reach because I’m afraid to lose you. I don’t speak because timing is a language. This is not patience. It’s trust without claim. If nothing ever happens, something already did. I am more awake. My world breathes. My heart knows its weight. And if one day the world makes room for what I haven’t touched, I’ll tell you then not as confession but as gratitude that you never had to love me to change my life.

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Mar 18

Mar 18, 2026 at 6:40 PM UTC

Without Claim

I didn’t know love and want hit the same until you. You didn’t promise anything. You didn’t save me. You didn’t even know. You stood there with a match in your pocket while I was cold. You asked questions and waited for answers. You spoke about your future like it was already listening. Somewhere between your certainty and my silence I remembered myself. The feeling comes in waves. Warm near you. Ach¬ing without you. Same ache. Different name. I don’t reach because I’m afraid to lose you. I don’t speak because timing is a language. This is not patience. It’s trust without claim. If nothing ever happens, something already did. I am more awake. My world breathes. My heart knows its weight. And if one day the world makes room for what I haven’t touched, I’ll tell you then not as confession but as gratitude that you never had to love me to change my life.

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I thought it was your voice. The way your words found me. The way meaning gathered around what you said. I thought hearing you, learning you, understanding you was where this bond bloomed. I was wrong. It was the patience. The way you asked and waited. The way you held what I said. What drew me to you was never your voice. It was your silence. Where I was seen.

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Mar 17

Mar 17, 2026 at 8:10 PM UTC

Deafening Silence

I thought it was your voice. The way your words found me. The way meaning gathered around what you said. I thought hearing you, learning you, understanding you was where this bond bloomed. I was wrong. It was the patience. The way you asked and waited. The way you held what I said. What drew me to you was never your voice. It was your silence. Where I was seen.

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I remember it vividly I woke in the dark Determined to hold it Went over it again and again committing it to memory So dawn wouldn't it take it for herself I drifted off When I woke the details were gone An arm maybe an embrace No room No words No faces Only the feeling Warm Close Real Whole As if we were not separate There was nothing to picture Nothing to replay Nothing left Just the emotion The base of it The rawest of feelings

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Mar 17

Mar 17, 2026 at 12:32 AM UTC

The Dream

I remember it vividly I woke in the dark Determined to hold it Went over it again and again committing it to memory So dawn wouldn't it take it for herself I drifted off When I woke the details were gone An arm maybe an embrace No room No words No faces Only the feeling Warm Close Real Whole As if we were not separate There was nothing to picture Nothing to replay Nothing left Just the emotion The base of it The rawest of feelings

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I didn’t write to be heard. I wrote so it would stop pushing. The words weren’t chosen. They were released, like air finding a fracture. I used to contain it. Now I let it pass. This one wasn’t made. I didn’t shape it. I stood still. It exited.

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Mar 8

Mar 8, 2026 at 9:44 PM UTC

The Vessel

I didn’t write to be heard. I wrote so it would stop pushing. The words weren’t chosen. They were released, like air finding a fracture. I used to contain it. Now I let it pass. This one wasn’t made. I didn’t shape it. I stood still. It exited.

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