Every time I touch the void
Do you feel a tremble, a stir?
Every time I paint it with a whisper of color
Do you see a shift within?
If not, at least I've tried.
Perhaps I’m not the one you seek.

The face I still remember vividly.
The memories replayed every second.
The messages I never deleted,
I read them every night.
The voice that seemed around me.
And the laughter that is always contagious.

I want to keep it longer.
Hey, I ache for you.

No one understands

It's not about moving on
I hate to letting someone go
It's not about finding someone better
I want someone to be better for me
It's not about losing the routine
I hate the emptiness that overtakes my heart

No one understands
Not even me

I don’t understand why loving means hurting myself
I don’t understand why someone choose to hurt others
I don’t understand why people can’t change

In the end
I realize I understand nothing

You held my hand with both of your hands,
as if you were telling me to trust every process we’ve been through.
You hugged me tight,
as if you were asking me to stay.
If the world asks for it, then I would nod as an answer.
With a smile on my face.

But, I know.
Our hands touched gently,
as a reminder that this is all over.
The hug we shared,
as a reminder that this is (maybe) our last goodbye.
The world asks for it.
It is what it is.

We made a deal, the world hasn’t ended yet.
Then I'll be happy about it.

I am just a little girl,
Who once had a balloon.
I loved to see it dance with the wind.
Its color bright against the sky.
Its weightless joy filling me.

I shielded it from the sun,
Afraid it might burst under its rays.
I let it float,
But never too far,
Its string always wound around my fingers.

But one day, I held it too tight.
My fingers shook, my heart raced.
I squeezed it excessively,
Hoping it would never leave.
But then-
A pop,
An echo of what we once were.

I fell to my knees,
Gathering all the pieces-broken shards of rubber.
And still, I hold the string tight,
An empty tether,
And a handful of memories.
But that’s not enough.
I want it back,
I need my balloon.
No one else can have it.
It’s mine alone.

We’re tangled in contradictions.
Yesterday, we talked about a farewell,
About everything we might want in the future, each for ourselves.
Shared stories like we used to, as if there were no tomorrow.
Laughed together for the sake of our egos.
Stared, touched, and sent love, knowing it was the last time.

Now, the messages keep coming, unbroken,
And you’ve become my favorite notification I wait for.
We share everything we did today or yesterday,
Updates as usual, to keep the conversation alive.
We read each other’s poem(s),
Savoring and appreciating them,
As if we can’t let go,
As if the feeling is still there, so strong,
As if we’ve found our perfect place in each other’s arms,
And as if this is what we truly need in the end.

We’re still here, sharing the same space, though wearing different masks.
In this space, tangled between us,
I find comfort.

God, if You are there
answer me, I beg You.
Why me?
I am drowning in feelings,
a storm of dark emotions,
they churn in my chest,
make me sick.

I can't even close my eyes,
night is a cruel witness.
Food lies still, untouched,
its journey incomplete.
Smiles have become strangers
to my weary face.

When these feelings flood my soul,
There is no one to listen,
no arms to hold me,
no voice to say, “I’m here for you.”
no whisper to promise,
“Everything will be alright.”

Why me?
Why do You leave me alone?
Why must I bear this weight alone
while others find their solace,
their ‘one-hour person’?

I can't.
I'm so tired.
Why am I still here?
What do You want from me?
If you said that I have an unfinished task,
a purpose waiting in the shadows,
tell me now.
I’ll do it right now, I swear
if it means release.

As a fragile being,
forgive me this weakness.
I’m shattered
and so ******* done.

My eyes caught a lover on instagram.
Sweet, I said.
Holding each other’s hands,
Laughing to unfunny jokes,
Taking lots of romantic picture to keep,
Beautiful
As we used to be.

I pray to God,
So he makes her happily ever after,
So he understands how fragile her heart is,
So he doesn’t leave her alone at their own home,
Oh God, I hope she gets everything I don’t.

After all the words you’ve spoken,
after all the poems you’ve written,
I might already know how this story gonna ends.

For now,
let me borrow your time to see you again,
to feel your touch linger once more,
to ache for the echo of us,
to love you a little longer,
until the clock runs out.

When my heart whispers, enough,
when my mind demands me to leave,
when my body wearies from the weight of pain,
I’ll let you go.

And in stepping forward,
I’ll prove I’ve truly let you fade.

My heart beats faster than usual.
My hands trembled, stringing word after word.
My body feels flushed,
It's like I'm on fire.

I can't control all those things,
Because now I'm all alone,
With many wounds and memories,
But life must go on,
I have to let you go,
And it's time to press the restart button.

Tell me! Tell me, why?
It’s a flea, always jumping
Here and there
Never resting, never staying.
Hard to catch and even harder to hold.
Searching for what it needs-blood
Before moving on.

For a moment, it lands on me,
And I feel a strange happiness
When I know it shouldn’t.
But when it’s gone,
Leave me adrift, seeking it,
Though it tears me apart inside.
And I keep wondering.
Why am I only a name
Among so many others?
Why does its fleeting presence,
Feel like warmth?
Still linger on my skin?
Why?

I’ll give you the finest house you’ve ever seen.
A haven for your weariness.
A space where exhaustion finds comfort.
Everything you need, all ready and waiting,
Complete.
Just come as you are.
Come anytime you want.
Stop by whenever you please.
Though never to stay.

But homes without owners fade with time.
Dust gathers, claiming its place.
The walls grow damp,
Their papered skin peeling,
The roof as a shelter,
Begins to fail.
Day by day, succumbing to the earth.

One day, I’ll say,
“I’m sorry, you need a new house.”
Because i will tire,
And I will break.

Well, for now, I’ve made my choice.
I stay, I chase.
And despite it all,
I find joy in being your halfway home.

The words hovered on the edge of my tongue,
Yet my thumbs whispered a gentler truth.

My soul reached the same.
The warmth that hung heavy in the air,
A tender brush, soft as whispers on my skin,
A rhythm that our body carved,
A melody only we could hear.

But we both know
This rope between us
May never unwind.
So I buried the truth beneath my breath.
And found that dishonesty bore sweet fruit.
I am saved.
No
We are saved.

How does it feel now?
To hear your laughter echo back,
To see the spark when you tease me,
To touch the mole on your nose,
To breathe in your untouched scent,
When our arms find their home around each other.

How does it feel now?
To taste your sweet, sour, and salty creations,
To hear the name you gave me, my love,
To watch movies side by side,
To feel the world spin, tipsy from soju and you,
To share stories,
Letting pillow talk cradle the close of day.

Ah, i have no more words to say
Than this
I miss you.

The face I remember.
The laugh I long to hear again.
The smile that once mirrored my own.
And the gentle voice that always filled my nights.
You look the same as the day we met months ago.

But now,
You never call my name.
Our skin has never touched.
Your gaze, once deep,
Has grown shallow.
You look so different from the day we met months ago.

I saw the change before we met,
A wall standing tall between us.
But my heart, stubborn and blind,
Denied the truth, clinging to hope
That nothing had shifted.

And today, it is my heart that pays the price