I love you so quietly.
Like a wound
no one can see.
You send me pictures
of jokes
of friends
of your life
and I sit there
pretending like my heart
isn’t tearing itself apart
inside my chest.
You'll never know.
How badly I want you.
How badly I would love you.
How I would hold every broken part of you
like it was sacred.
I would choose you
every single time.
But I can’t even tell you that.
Because you could never love me back.
Because God himself
already decided
that you could never be mine.
And yet
I still love you.
Quietly.
Pathetically.
Endlessly.
I love you so much
it makes me angry at my own face.
At my body.
At the sound of my own name.
Because how could someone like you
ever look at someone like me
and feel anything at all?
You're like sunlight.
Radiating light
from that beautiful smile of yours.
And I hide from my own shadow.
You are so beautiful
without even trying.
Without even knowing.
And I am standing here
waiting for something
that is never going to come.
Wanting something
that was never meant for me.
And that's the cruelest part.
Not the fact that
I love you.
But the fact that
I always will.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 3:02 PM UTC
I love you so quietly.
Like a wound
no one can see.
You send me pictures
of jokes
of friends
of your life
and I sit there
pretending like my heart
isn’t tearing itself apart
inside my chest.
You'll never know.
How badly I want you.
How badly I would love you.
How I would hold every broken part of you
like it was sacred.
I would choose you
every single time.
But I can’t even tell you that.
Because you could never love me back.
Because God himself
already decided
that you could never be mine.
And yet
I still love you.
Quietly.
Pathetically.
Endlessly.
I love you so much
it makes me angry at my own face.
At my body.
At the sound of my own name.
Because how could someone like you
ever look at someone like me
and feel anything at all?
You're like sunlight.
Radiating light
from that beautiful smile of yours.
And I hide from my own shadow.
You are so beautiful
without even trying.
Without even knowing.
And I am standing here
waiting for something
that is never going to come.
Wanting something
that was never meant for me.
And that's the cruelest part.
Not the fact that
I love you.
But the fact that
I always will.
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