She dreams
of what never was.
No man
can match the shape
she carved in absence.
So she stays
half-settled,
half-burning…
Hurting the one who stayed
for not being
the one
who never came.
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 4:46 PM UTC
She dreams
of what never was.
No man
can match the shape
she carved in absence.
So she stays
half-settled,
half-burning…
Hurting the one who stayed
for not being
the one
who never came.
Longing, when shaped by fantasy, often becomes a quiet weapon turned inward or toward whoever remains.
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