Is it better to burn for someone
who cannot feel the flame?
To have your heart beat against
a silence that never answers back,
than to sit in stillness,
untouched and unscarred?

Is longing its own kind of gift?
Does the ache of hope
redeem the emptiness
of never knowing desire?

I wonder…
is it worse to dream of a face
that will never turn your way,
or to live with no face at all
to fill the quiet spaces?

They say love, even unanswered,
is better than absence.
But some nights,
the hollow echoes louder
than if there had been nothing
to long for at all.