You ask me what you are to me—
but how do I explain
that without you,
the light feels dimmer,
the world quieter,
and I—
less alive?

You are not a chapter.
You are the reason
the story keeps going.

When the world goes quiet,
when backs turn,
and doors close—

it’s always you
still standing there,
like I’m worth staying for.

You held my heart
like it was something to pass time.

Poked at it,
twisted it,
until it cracked—

and somehow,
my pain
was your entertainment.

One day, I’m everything.
The next, I’m nothing.
I say the wrong thing
without knowing what it was.

Loving you
feels like guessing.

What’s worse than loving you
but knowing I can’t have you?
Not the silence,
not the waiting,
not the ache that stretches across nights.

Even the stars fall quiet—
they know
there’s no sorrow deeper
than holding a love
that was never mine to keep.

Even if the world turns cold,
even if you push me away,
I’ll still be here—
quiet, steady,
loving you
from whatever distance
you leave me in.

We’ve already broken once—
but now I know
what your presence does to my soul.

I don’t think
I could survive
losing you
twice.