My questions, from time to time,
Never quite stop whispering your name.
I wandered too deep into your sea,
Until I remembered — who am I to swim
in an ocean that was never mine?
We were never anything, were we?
You never called me yours,
Nor did I ever call you mine.
Yet something keeps knocking at my doors
Whenever I meet your gaze,
Whenever your voice spills its melodies
Into the quiet of my days.
You give me the urge to claim
that delicate smile of yours —
and it feels so wrong.
Your heart beats for another soul,
And I will never cross that line.
So I try to take a step back —
I have to.
But why does it feel so heavy
to lift my heels,
to silence your name,
to shut you out of my world?
Maybe I’m trying to leave a place I never admitted I lived in.
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 9:23 PM UTC
My questions, from time to time,
Never quite stop whispering your name.
I wandered too deep into your sea,
Until I remembered — who am I to swim
in an ocean that was never mine?
We were never anything, were we?
You never called me yours,
Nor did I ever call you mine.
Yet something keeps knocking at my doors
Whenever I meet your gaze,
Whenever your voice spills its melodies
Into the quiet of my days.
You give me the urge to claim
that delicate smile of yours —
and it feels so wrong.
Your heart beats for another soul,
And I will never cross that line.
So I try to take a step back —
I have to.
But why does it feel so heavy
to lift my heels,
to silence your name,
to shut you out of my world?
Maybe I’m trying to leave a place I never admitted I lived in.