I have buried too many goodbyes in the graveyard of my chest,
Each name a ghost that still walks the halls of my breath.
Loss carved its initials in the marrow of me,
And now I tremble at even the wind's whisper —
fearing it might carry you away.

I am not ready to survive you.
Not you.
Not the only warmth that didn’t scald.
Not the only light that didn’t blind.
Not the only soul I let near the ruins of mine.

I hold you like a fragile truth in trembling hands,
praying the world won’t notice
and take you just to teach me another cruel lesson.
Because love, in my life, has often come
dressed as departure.

I ask myself still —
what did I do? what didn’t I say?
Was I too much storm, not enough shore?
Too much silence where I should have screamed,
or too loud in a world that punishes noise?

And now you —
You, the one person I’d trade my tomorrows to keep.
You, the only chapter I don’t want to end.

But even thinking of your absence
feels like drowning in memories that haven’t happened yet.
Even your silence sounds like leaving.
Even your sleep feels like loss.

So stay —
Not because I beg,
but because you want to.
Stay, because the air is colder without you.
Stay, because this heart has known enough goodbyes
to last three lifetimes.

Stay, love.
Because I’m still trying to believe
that not everyone leaves.

In the labyrinth of love, where I give my all,  
Every inch of my soul, each heartbeat a call.  
I love with the fire that burns through my veins,  
Unyielding, unbroken, through joy and through pains.  
But once the truth seeps in like a whisper, so deep,  
That you're not the answer, not the dream I will keep—  
I turn, I sever, I detach and I break,  
For love is a chain that no longer can stake.

I will hurt, I will fall, I will bleed on the floor,  
But each drop of pain teaches me more and more.  
I will suffer, I will weep, and still I will fight,  
Until the day nothing can wound me with might.  
The scars are the testament, each one a story,  
Of giving my heart, then retreating in glory.

You see, when I’ve loved, I've given it all,  
Every piece, every hope, until the last call.  
But once the truth whispers its cold, bitter name,  
I shall never look back, never play that old game.  
For when you were gone, when I needed you near,  
The echo of absence became all too clear.

If in the future, fate pulls you my way,  
Know this, my love, I will not stay.  
For the love I once gave, you let slip through the night,  
And now I stand whole, no longer in plight.  
No looking back to the ruins of before,  
When I loved with my soul, but you asked for more.

Time can never bring back what’s already gone,  
So I will walk forward, and not turn at dawn.  
You taught me the meaning of detachment, my dear—  
Love is a gift, but detachment brings clear.  
And though my heart will always remember you well,  
In the end, it's myself I must forever compel.

We once spoke with the sun’s first rays,  
From the moment the dawn broke, till night’s last gaze.  
Our words were like the morning dew,  
A promise of forever, and love so true.  

I’d open my eyes, and there you’d be,  
A soft whisper, a thought, a certainty.  
From morning’s light to the moonlit glow,  
Our hearts in sync, never letting go.  

But now, the silence speaks louder than sound,  
A hollow echo, where once love was found.  
You don’t know what breaks inside of me,  
As I search for you in a world so empty.  

I used to hear your voice in the breeze,  
Now it’s a silence that brings me to my knees.  
You once knew my every joy, every fear,  
Now I wonder if you even know I’m here.  

The days stretch on, yet I feel no time,  
The hours pass like a silent crime.  
Your absence has become my prison,  
A cage of memories, love’s last decision.  

I don’t know where you are, what you’ve become,  
I don’t hear your laugh, no more warmth, no hum.  
I wonder if you think of me, as I think of you,  
Or if the space between us has made us two.  

We used to be more than just breath and bone,  
Now I am a stranger in my own home.  
How did we fall, how did we break,  
When every word we spoke was a vow we’d make?  

The world feels cold without your voice,  
Like a sky without stars, no choice.  
I close my eyes, hoping you’re there,  
But find only silence, and empty air.

If I could reach through this void, this night,  
To hold you again, to make it right,  
I would, my love, though words fail me now,  
I’d find you again, I swear somehow.

But for now, I wait in the quiet space,  
Wishing you’d return, to fill this place.  
The only sound left, my heart’s silent cry—  
For the words we once shared, the love gone by.

For an artist, naught can cease nor fall,
In pigments pure, eternal echoes call.
Thy flesh may fade, thy voice may wane,
Yet in my strokes, thou art mine to claim.

Not in the waking world dost thou reside,
But in the gilded canvas, thou dost abide.
I cannot touch thee, nor breathe thy air,
Yet in every line, thou art forever there.

My heart is bound in each delicate stroke,
In hues unspoken, my love bespoke.
Reality’s cruel, it tears us apart,
But in my art, thou dost possess my heart.

I cannot picture us as we should be,
Yet within my hands, I paint we.
Each shade a whisper, each shade a sigh,
In this silent realm, thou art never shy.

Thine absence is a wound, unhealed, profound,
But in this painted world, thou art unbound.
I grasp thee not with flesh or eye,
But in every brush, I make thee mine to lie.

For what is love if not eternal hue?
A fleeting moment, yet forever true.
In art, thy spirit shall ever remain,
Unbroken, unyielding, beyond all pain.

Thou art not mine in life's cruel light,
But in my canvas, thou art my endless night.

I begged him when I should have turned away,
Whispered pleads, my voice like fragile clay,
I begged him still, again, and once again,
To treat me tender, not cause my pain.

I gave him all, my soul, my heart, my light,
My every breath, my stars, my endless night.
But he, a shadow in a lover's guise,
Took all I gave, and twisted truth with lies.

I bared my wounds, each scar, each tear, each fear,
And in return, he only brought me near
To darker depths, where love becomes the knife—
He carved my soul, and called it love, this strife.

I begged for kindness, but I met deceit,
A dance of shadows, where love lost its beat.
He took my trust, and made me beg for air,
Yet in his grasp, I lingered, unaware.

Now I stand, broken, yet wiser for the fall,
And in the silence, I hear the echo call:
That love is not a game, nor a trap, nor a plea,
But a sacred trust, that once lost, cannot be.

I begged with words, soft as a fading sigh,
Yet every plea was met with empty lies.
I gave my heart, a treasure wrapped in pain,
And still, he left me drowning in the rain.

The price of my plea was more than I knew,
It cost me trust, and love that once was true.
I gave him all, every piece, every scar,
But he took it all, and left me far.

I begged for kindness, a shelter from the storm,
But he, the tempest, tore apart what was warm.
The price of my plea, I see it now too clear,
It stole my soul, and left me here.

I thought love’s worth was measured in surrender,
But in his hands, my worth grew ever slender.
The price of my plea was not just the tears,
But the loss of myself, consumed by fears.

Now I stand alone, but wiser still,
The price was high, and the cost was real.
Yet in this silence, I find the way to see—
That the price of my plea was freedom, finally.

I told him of the shadows that I wore,
The aching scars, the battles fought before.
With trembling hands, I bared my deepest pain,
Hoping for solace, but I found only disdain.

He took my truths, like fragile glass to break,
And used them to create a darker ache.
Each wound I shared, each tear I spilled,
He twisted, tore, and left me unfulfilled.

What should have healed, he crushed with spite,
Turning my day into an endless night.
I gave him the darkest parts of me,
And in return, he made those shadows all I see.

Now fear is my companion, silent, near,
For every whisper echoes what I fear.
The world is cold, and every step I take,
Feels like a crack, a promise I can't make.

I’m scared of love, scared of the truth I sought,
Of giving more than I ever should have thought.
The scars he left are etched too deep to hide,
And in this world, I walk with broken pride.

I fear the darkness, and I fear the light,
For both have hurt me, both have stolen sight.
And now I stand, a fractured soul,
Scared of everything, afraid to feel whole.