I loved her.
And she’ll never know.
Not because I couldn’t say it,
but because I knew it wouldn’t matter.
I studied her like a language
whose letters slipped through my fingers,
a silent script, a secret speech
I’d never dare to speak.
I watched her laugh with her friends,
their voices soft as dusk,
talking about men,
like we never stood a chance.
And I smiled.
Pretended I wasn’t quietly falling apart.
Remember that evening,
soft twilight fading,
the way your eyes held on a second too long.
You hugged me like a passing breeze,
light, fleeting, without weight.
You said my name like it didn’t echo in your bones,
but it did in mine.
Every **** time.
I saved her number once.
Didn’t even message her.
Just held it in my phone
like it meant something.
What if I texted?
Afraid I’d disturb her peace.
So I deleted it.
So I’ll keep it all.
The stupid hope.
The silent ache.
The nights I cried over someone who didn’t even know.
The poems I wrote and never sent.
The parts of myself I carved out just to make space for her.
But–
You’ll never know that someone,
a girl you barely noticed,
would’ve chosen you in every lifetime,
every version of reality,
even the ones where it broke her.
And I’ll keep loving you in a way that doesn’t ruin your life,
just mine.
Micko.
12.Aug.2025.
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 3:58 AM UTC
I loved her.
And she’ll never know.
Not because I couldn’t say it,
but because I knew it wouldn’t matter.
I studied her like a language
whose letters slipped through my fingers,
a silent script, a secret speech
I’d never dare to speak.
I watched her laugh with her friends,
their voices soft as dusk,
talking about men,
like we never stood a chance.
And I smiled.
Pretended I wasn’t quietly falling apart.
Remember that evening,
soft twilight fading,
the way your eyes held on a second too long.
You hugged me like a passing breeze,
light, fleeting, without weight.
You said my name like it didn’t echo in your bones,
but it did in mine.
Every **** time.
I saved her number once.
Didn’t even message her.
Just held it in my phone
like it meant something.
What if I texted?
Afraid I’d disturb her peace.
So I deleted it.
So I’ll keep it all.
The stupid hope.
The silent ache.
The nights I cried over someone who didn’t even know.
The poems I wrote and never sent.
The parts of myself I carved out just to make space for her.
But–
You’ll never know that someone,
a girl you barely noticed,
would’ve chosen you in every lifetime,
every version of reality,
even the ones where it broke her.
And I’ll keep loving you in a way that doesn’t ruin your life,
just mine.
Micko.
12.Aug.2025.
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