born into a family,
where resolve meant escape,
through silence or withdrawal.
the distance between love and pain,
a retreat from what we couldn’t face.
raised in the cold embrace of unspoken words,
where hearts were shields,
and love was buried beneath layers of pride.
they veiled their emotions,
masked in stoic faces,
refusing to show the ache that ran deep.
the flower they nurtured,
once bright, once tender,
pushed aside by their own selfishness and greed.
each petal lost to neglect,
each thorn sharp with their disregard.
the love they could not give
left a void where warmth should have been.
feelings, cold as ice,
the flower frosted over,
but inside, deep within its trembling heart,
it bore the weight of every feeling that they could never speak
and every tear they never shed.
within that fragile bloom,
i felt it all.
their anger, their sorrow,
their fear, their joy,
and the overwhelming silence
that drowned out any chance of peace.
i became the keeper of their unspoken words,
the one who felt everything they could not.
the weight of their unsaid love,
the burden of their unshared grief,
all carried in a heart too full,
too overwhelmed by emotion.
and though I learned to hold it all,
this tangled web of feelings,
i became a vessel,
overflowing,
caught between the unspoken coldness
and the warmth I longed to give.
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 2:02 AM UTC
born into a family,
where resolve meant escape,
through silence or withdrawal.
the distance between love and pain,
a retreat from what we couldn’t face.
raised in the cold embrace of unspoken words,
where hearts were shields,
and love was buried beneath layers of pride.
they veiled their emotions,
masked in stoic faces,
refusing to show the ache that ran deep.
the flower they nurtured,
once bright, once tender,
pushed aside by their own selfishness and greed.
each petal lost to neglect,
each thorn sharp with their disregard.
the love they could not give
left a void where warmth should have been.
feelings, cold as ice,
the flower frosted over,
but inside, deep within its trembling heart,
it bore the weight of every feeling that they could never speak
and every tear they never shed.
within that fragile bloom,
i felt it all.
their anger, their sorrow,
their fear, their joy,
and the overwhelming silence
that drowned out any chance of peace.
i became the keeper of their unspoken words,
the one who felt everything they could not.
the weight of their unsaid love,
the burden of their unshared grief,
all carried in a heart too full,
too overwhelmed by emotion.
and though I learned to hold it all,
this tangled web of feelings,
i became a vessel,
overflowing,
caught between the unspoken coldness
and the warmth I longed to give.
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