I stare at walls that used to speak, how blank with truth I didn't seek.
I love, I feel, I cry, I smile. I thrive and yearn and feel what I earn.
I sleep and eat to fill it up. I dream of more, an empty cup.
All the voices I hear once never there, an empty head for all I cared.
My frown once upside down, not a care was there
Words left unsaid and things I can't undo. An empty book filled with meaning one can't understand and left unread.
You cant hide from a feeling when set in stone, build from obsedian and I just can't let go.
But maybe,
Maybe empty isn't hollow,
Maybe it's space, a silence not of loss but rest.
A moment before the next deep breath.
I am still here, still made of flame and even if no one can see me burn, I carry light I'll someday learn to call my own.
Empty,
but maybe not the end.
But the place where I begin again.

I spoke to you in moments,
not in words.
in the way my eyes lingered
a second too long.

You never noticed the tremble
in my hello,
Or the smile and flush of warmth on my face when you walked by.

I kept my love like a pressed flower,
hidden between the pages
Because we can't be,
Not in this lifetime.

fear always arrived first,
dressed in “what ifs” and
the ache of “too late.”

So now my skin is cold,
Not because you're not here.
But because I could never tell you,
The regrets and tears,
of my unspoken fears.

I play the part,
but every step away from you echoes in my heart.

I will forgive and let go.
I'll forget, but that goes slow.
You can find my shadow in the light,
Or my brightness in the dark.

They say to heal, I must let go,
but how do I unfeel,
a love that lives beneath my bones
and never learned to heal?

every glance I gave you was a sentence I couldn't say.
you were my favorite almost,
my never-told always.
the beauty in your eyes,
make me wish I never had to say those goodbyes.

I tried to hate you,

tried to wrap my heart in anger
and let it burn for all the things
we’ll never be.
But every time I try,
I end up smiling at the thought of you
like you’re still a part of me
I can’t cut out.

We never broke,
we just never fit.
Like two stars in different galaxies,
fighting to collide but never quite reaching.
You were never the reason I cried,
but you were the reason I couldn’t stop.
The reason I knew
we could never be.

We were always just..
too much of everything we shouldn’t be.
We were fire and water,
hurricanes and stillness,
chasing each other in circles
and never once touching.

I should be angry.
I should resent the space
between where I am
and where you’ll never be.
I should curse the distance
we never crossed,
the words that never came,
the love that never stayed.

But I don’t hate you.
I never could.
Because in the quiet of my chest,
there’s still a part of me
that carries you around
like a song I can’t forget,
even though I know
we’ll never dance to it together.

I hate that I can’t hate you,
even when the truth is clear,
we just can’t be.
But I’d carry you through lifetimes of this
just to never have to let go.

And that’s the most ******-up part of all.