They asked, “Who broke your heart?” I smiled,
As if the wound had healed a while.
But silence pressed behind my teeth,
A name I buried underneath.
Not one, I said but many things:
The way she left, the way hope clings,
The way a laugh turns into mist,
The way you ache for lips you kissed.
It wasn't just her voice gone still,
But how the world grew cold and shrill.
It was the songs that made me cry,
The empty space when love says goodbye.
They asked again “Was it her name?”
And still, I couldn’t place the blame.
A heart breaks slow, then all at once
Not just by loss, but lack, and months.
So who? I whispered to the night.
“I broke it too by holding tight.”
11. 06.2025
Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 5:11 AM UTC
They asked, “Who broke your heart?” I smiled,
As if the wound had healed a while.
But silence pressed behind my teeth,
A name I buried underneath.
Not one, I said but many things:
The way she left, the way hope clings,
The way a laugh turns into mist,
The way you ache for lips you kissed.
It wasn't just her voice gone still,
But how the world grew cold and shrill.
It was the songs that made me cry,
The empty space when love says goodbye.
They asked again “Was it her name?”
And still, I couldn’t place the blame.
A heart breaks slow, then all at once
Not just by loss, but lack, and months.
So who? I whispered to the night.
“I broke it too by holding tight.”
11. 06.2025
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