Strange, isn’t it? How the boy I never thought to fear,
Now walks beside her, in whispers she holds dear.
A year they’ve known, yet closer they’ve grown—
While I drift alone, like a heart made of stone.

Seven years we wove with threads of care,
Built from laughs and tears and promises rare.
But he, in months, has somehow won a part,
That I spent years trying to hold in her heart.

She says his confession was light as air, just words—
But he remains, while my love fades unheard.
Best friends, she calls him, like an easy refrain,
While I smile, hiding the quiet, growing pain.

So here I am, a shadow of what we were,
In the life we planned, now a faded blur.
Watching him stand where I once stayed,
As I learn to let go, where I thought we’d be made.

Did I fall short, or did I misread
The ways I tried to give her all she’d need?
Each word I spoke, each touch, each vow,
Feels hollow now, like it wasn’t enough somehow.

She writes of dreams, of love she longs to find,
Of feeling wanted, held in heart and mind.
But wasn’t that what I tried to be?
Or was I blinded by what I hoped she’d see?

If someone new can heal her scars,
Can be her light, her moon and stars,
Then I’ll step back, though it stings to know
That all I gave couldn’t help her grow.

So here I stand, with open hands,
An echo left in fading sands,
Wondering where my love went wrong,
While she finds her way, where I don’t belong.

From a distance, I watch the space between two friends grow small,
A quiet closeness forming, a step—a drift—I’ve seen it all.
Their laughter fills the hours from morning’s start to evening’s fall,
And somehow, I feel more distant now than I ever did before.

He’s just a friend, she says, with the ease of practiced lines,
But there’s a weight in his gaze, a purpose behind his time.
Perhaps it’s nothing, or maybe it's the way these things unwind,
One steady step into spaces I once thought were mine.

I asked her, lightly, to guard the borders of their ties,
A simple caution shared, a soft concern disguised.
But my words fell like whispers, dismissed into the skies,
Leaving me with an ache, unseen, unspoken, denied.

So here I am, a spectator to the subtle, shifting ways,
Caught between letting go and the memory of better days.
If this is what it means to care, in all the ways love decays,
Then I’ll stand in silence, holding the ghost of us in place.

I keep on wishing, praying that you’re well,
Hoping you find the love that makes your heart swell.
I tell you, “Find the one who’s meant for you,”
But deep inside, I ache, wondering why it can’t be true.

Why can’t I be the one you hold dear,
The one who quiets your doubts, who dries every tear?
I want so badly for you to see me that way,
Yet I watch you drift farther, with each passing day.

I don’t want someone else to take my place,
But how can I ask, when I’ve given you space?
I wish you’d be better, for me, here and now,
Yet I swallow the words, not knowing how.

How selfish of me to want you near,
When all I ever do is wish away your fear.
I put your happiness above my own,
And in that act, I’m left standing alone.

I know one day, someone else will take my place,
They’ll kiss those lips and feel her warm embrace.
They’ll hold her close, whisper words I used to say,
And share the secrets I once held, now washed away.

Someone new will take her hand, see her tender side,
The parts of her heart she used to let me inside.
I was once the one, her shelter and her calm,
But now I’m just a memory, fading in her palm.

Jealousy stirs, a quiet ache I can’t deny,
Thinking of her laughter shared with another girl or guy.
But it’s not my place, not my right to say,
I’m just the one who couldn’t let her drift away.

So here I stay, with shadows of what used to be,
Unable to move on, though she’s finally free.
She’ll find her peace, while I watch her from afar,
As someone else becomes her moon, her guiding star.