There’s a hole where my heart used to be
not carved cleanly,
but slowly hollowed out
through late night phone calls and fading smiles,
through different time zones
and warm glances that never came to life
There’s a hole where my heart used to be
It hums with longing,
a void not felt, but seen
written across my face,
where words leave no impression
and even touch cannot reach me
There’s a hole where my heart used to be
You’ve noticed it
when I don’t flinch at your anger,
or soften at your laughter,
as though your voice arrives from somewhere distant,
as though disappointment has forgotten how to hurt
There’s a hole where my heart used to be,
and though I cannot feel it,
I know it’s there
growing wider every day
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 10:18 AM UTC
There’s a hole where my heart used to be
not carved cleanly,
but slowly hollowed out
through late night phone calls and fading smiles,
through different time zones
and warm glances that never came to life
There’s a hole where my heart used to be
It hums with longing,
a void not felt, but seen
written across my face,
where words leave no impression
and even touch cannot reach me
There’s a hole where my heart used to be
You’ve noticed it
when I don’t flinch at your anger,
or soften at your laughter,
as though your voice arrives from somewhere distant,
as though disappointment has forgotten how to hurt
There’s a hole where my heart used to be,
and though I cannot feel it,
I know it’s there
growing wider every day
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