You told me once,
“Do not give up on love...
it will find you,
the truest love.”
But when I look into your eyes,
I see it there
you, the love I cannot have.
If only you knew the mask I wear,
how I’ve been breaking in silence,
at my lowest,
still hoping
that it would be you
who finds me in love.
Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 1:05 AM UTC
You told me once,
“Do not give up on love...
it will find you,
the truest love.”
But when I look into your eyes,
I see it there
you, the love I cannot have.
If only you knew the mask I wear,
how I’ve been breaking in silence,
at my lowest,
still hoping
that it would be you
who finds me in love.
This poem is my quiet confession—a truth I never said out loud. It’s about being told to trust love, to wait for it, yet realizing the love I was asked to wait for was already standing right in front of me.
It’s the ache of seeing him, the one I cannot have, while hiding behind a mask of strength. It’s the longing to be found, to be chosen, even while breaking in silence.
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