Standing next to you feels just as distant as 2,484 miles away.
Year by year,
we became strangers.
Brick by brick,
a wall formed between us.
Founded by pain and misunderstanding,
Built thick from disappointment.
You ingrained in me that I take up too much space;
And to please everyone - except myself.
The more I deviated,
the less you wanted to know of me,
And the louder the sound of your silence became.
Your silence is deafening.
A void has swallowed us both whole,
gnawing away beautiful memories.
A raw ache has filled the imprints they left behind.
These emptied memories
are all we had in common,
Tallied up transactions,
All marked as worthless now.
You are a black hole,
Expecting everyone to fill it,
Except yourself.
You must feel so hollow,
To take so much
yet still feel so empty.
Carrying all of that loneliness,
spreading it like a disease,
Without flinching.
You stopped loving me,
Not overnight,
But every time that I shared a piece of myself to you.
Your dedication to view my existence as unsubstantial,
Ripped at my soul.
I grieved so long for your attention,
That I lost sight of what I was truly grieving for.
Love.
As if once I basked in your attention,
My cup would finally feel full.
Now I just bask in the contemplation
Of how full my life will be without you in it.
I refuse this trauma train,
All it does is meddle with my state of mind.
It’s as though you prefer,
To keep my heart shattered
in a million shards,
Just to hold onto a few.
How is this love?
Your definition of love,
I don’t want it.
I can love myself better.
I choose peace;
I refuse to grow numb;
I know my worth,
whether you do or not.
Farewell.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 10:35 PM UTC
Standing next to you feels just as distant as 2,484 miles away.
Year by year,
we became strangers.
Brick by brick,
a wall formed between us.
Founded by pain and misunderstanding,
Built thick from disappointment.
You ingrained in me that I take up too much space;
And to please everyone - except myself.
The more I deviated,
the less you wanted to know of me,
And the louder the sound of your silence became.
Your silence is deafening.
A void has swallowed us both whole,
gnawing away beautiful memories.
A raw ache has filled the imprints they left behind.
These emptied memories
are all we had in common,
Tallied up transactions,
All marked as worthless now.
You are a black hole,
Expecting everyone to fill it,
Except yourself.
You must feel so hollow,
To take so much
yet still feel so empty.
Carrying all of that loneliness,
spreading it like a disease,
Without flinching.
You stopped loving me,
Not overnight,
But every time that I shared a piece of myself to you.
Your dedication to view my existence as unsubstantial,
Ripped at my soul.
I grieved so long for your attention,
That I lost sight of what I was truly grieving for.
Love.
As if once I basked in your attention,
My cup would finally feel full.
Now I just bask in the contemplation
Of how full my life will be without you in it.
I refuse this trauma train,
All it does is meddle with my state of mind.
It’s as though you prefer,
To keep my heart shattered
in a million shards,
Just to hold onto a few.
How is this love?
Your definition of love,
I don’t want it.
I can love myself better.
I choose peace;
I refuse to grow numb;
I know my worth,
whether you do or not.
Farewell.
12.17.25
