The laughter is quiet, the house feels cold,
I watch from the sidelines, left out, growing old.
They share little secrets, a language, a song,
and I sit in the silence, where I don’t belong.

The days blur together, the nights feel the same,
I search for a spark, but there’s none I can claim.
The distance between us keeps pulling me down,
like I’m sinking in water, too heavy to drown.

I smile when they’re looking, but inside I break,
pretending I’m fine is the mask I must take.
I whisper to shadows, but they never reply,
just me in the corner, too tired to cry.

If I say sorry—
Would you listen?
If I called again,
Would you pick up?

If I changed,
If I bent,
Would you let me back in?

I’d trade my silence,
Swap my pride—
Just to stand
Where I used to be.

If I gave you all my days,
All my nights,
Would you come back?
Would you fight?

I’ll undo every word,
Every moment missed,
If you promise—
Promise me this:

Don’t let the silence
Grow too loud.
Don’t let me fall
Out of your crowd.

I’m here, still standing—
Waiting to see
If there’s room left
For two... or three... of us.

Did I do something?
Something wrong?
Something that made him drift your way—
Made you the one he leaned on more?

It’s not fair.

Don’t tell me it is.
Don’t act like I don’t see the shift.

I can live without you too.
Don’t think I won’t.

You were supposed to be mine.
My closest.
My constant.
Not… someone else’s echo.

But you turned.
Softened.
Changed your tune for someone who
Spoke like you,
Laughed like you,
Fit easier beside you.

And me?
I watched you choose them—
Over and over—
While I stood outside the frame.

You made room for them,
And none for me.

So no—
It’s not just him.
It’s not just them.

It’s you.

And I hate you for that.

Two years between us, yet nothing’s changed,
I tell myself it’s fine, this shift is just strange.
No different at all, I say to myself,
while the distance between us grows hard to quell.

He drifts to you, like wind to the trees,
and I tell myself it’s nothing, just life’s gentle breeze.
No pattern, no reason, no cause to explain,
just the weight of a change I can’t quite name.

Now I stand here, the only one left behind,
watching you two bond while I fall out of line.
The closeness I imagined starts to slip from my grasp,
but I tell myself it’s nothing—just part of the past.