It’s painful,
watching you smile with others,
cheering through life
like I was never standing there—
two steps away,
full of unsaid everything.
You laugh,
and I try to smile too.
But my chest tightens,
because I’ve memorized
how you look when you’re happy—
and it was never because of me.
I was there.
I was always there.
In corners, in corridors,
in pauses between your glances,
in the quiet admiration
you never looked back at.
You lived loud.
And I loved silently.
And maybe you’ll never know
how my whole world would stop
just because you walked by.
How your voice
was the sound my heart leaned toward.
But you never noticed.
And I never asked for more.
Because what could I say?
"Please look at me"
is too small for the kind of love I carried.
So I watched you
from the shadows of my own restraint.
And cheered for you in silence.
And cried for me in secret.
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 1:33 AM UTC
It’s painful,
watching you smile with others,
cheering through life
like I was never standing there—
two steps away,
full of unsaid everything.
You laugh,
and I try to smile too.
But my chest tightens,
because I’ve memorized
how you look when you’re happy—
and it was never because of me.
I was there.
I was always there.
In corners, in corridors,
in pauses between your glances,
in the quiet admiration
you never looked back at.
You lived loud.
And I loved silently.
And maybe you’ll never know
how my whole world would stop
just because you walked by.
How your voice
was the sound my heart leaned toward.
But you never noticed.
And I never asked for more.
Because what could I say?
"Please look at me"
is too small for the kind of love I carried.
So I watched you
from the shadows of my own restraint.
And cheered for you in silence.
And cried for me in secret.
#love #cry #lonely
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