I lost myself in the shape of his name,
bent my heart to match his flame.
I spoke in the quiet he never heard,
turned my storms into gentle word.
I called it love that ache, that wait
but it was just me mistaking fate.
He thought she'd stay through every fight,
that silence meant the world was right.
He never saw the dim in her eyes,
or how her laughter came in disguise.
He loved her, yes in his own way,
but never learned the words to say.
Now both stand miles apart in time,
each haunted by the same old rhyme.
Ego spoke where hearts once met,
turning warmth to cold regret.
Love isn't lost in sudden fray
it fades when pride gets in the way.
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 4:41 AM UTC
I lost myself in the shape of his name,
bent my heart to match his flame.
I spoke in the quiet he never heard,
turned my storms into gentle word.
I called it love that ache, that wait
but it was just me mistaking fate.
He thought she'd stay through every fight,
that silence meant the world was right.
He never saw the dim in her eyes,
or how her laughter came in disguise.
He loved her, yes in his own way,
but never learned the words to say.
Now both stand miles apart in time,
each haunted by the same old rhyme.
Ego spoke where hearts once met,
turning warmth to cold regret.
Love isn't lost in sudden fray
it fades when pride gets in the way.
