He was a quiet storm
A shadow slipping through the edges of my days,
Mysterious like a secret whispered
Just beyond reach,
Something I couldn’t stop chasing.

We shared moments
Small, electric sparks in the dark,
Laughter spilling like wildfire,
Silence heavy with everything left unsaid,
A pull between two souls tangled deep.

I gave him all of me
Scarred, open, trembling with fragile hope,
And he held pieces of my heart
Like they were something precious,
Something worth guarding.

Then the world shifted
Distance stretched like an endless night,
He became a ghost cloaked in silence,
Marching away while I waited
In empty spaces where echoes of us lingered.

But still, I held on
Sending words into the void,
My heart whispering secrets into the silence,
Aching for a reply that never came.

When he came back, cold and distant,
I held him tight, searching for the spark between us
Craving the fire in his hands, even if it burned.
His arms wrapped around me like the last breath of summer,
Our bodies weaving stories deeper than words.

He left behind traces
Faint as dusk shadows on my skin,
Soft reminders of where he once was
But the deepest stains are etched inside my chest
The raw ache of craving,
The ache of wanting more,
Even when it cuts so deep it bleeds.

I’m caught in a storm between letting go
And clutching him too tight,
Torn between fragile hope and shattering heartbreak,
Between the love burning in my veins
And the silence that screams in my ears.

How do you walk away
When you’re already stitched into someone’s soul?
How do you say goodbye
To the one who made your heart a wildfire,
Only to leave it smoldering in ash?
I want more
More of his touch, his laughter, his breath
Even if it means breaking,
Even if it means losing everything.

Because loving him
Is both my curse and my salvation.

And maybe that’s all love ever is
A beautiful, painful mess
That we chase like shadows at dusk,
Even when it hurts too much to hold.

His eyes sparkle when he sees me,
but they don’t sparkle for me.
It pains me that, even now,
you are the constellation he looks for in every sky.
Where am I in that universe?
I’m beside him,
but he’s wishing on a star that looks like you.

Your long black hair,
a midnight river cascading down your back.
Your plump pink lips,
like rose petals kissed by spring.
Your skinny body,
a delicate stem swaying in the wind.
Your pretty smile,
like sunlight slipping through storm clouds.

I hate everything about you.
But do I really hate you,
or do I hate the cracked reflection I see
when I compare myself to the image he still worships?

Because I know
I will never be as good as you.
I will never make him happy the way you did.
The boy I love
is still lost in the story he wrote with you.
I will never hold the love you held.
Because it’s an oath he took,
a vow sealed in silence and memory.
An oath that will never be mine.
His heart stayed with you.
His memories—
they stopped with you.

Please,
don’t take him away from me.
I will try to make him happy,
I swear I will.
No…
I can’t.

I will never be someone’s “the one.”
Tears fill my eyes,
like oceans rising in a storm.
His heart is turning to ice,
frostbitten by yesterday.

Now I dance with my own shadows,
twirling through silence
in an empty room of unmet dreams.

When the tide is low,
when the world is still,
I can still feel his presence,
like a phantom touch,
haunting the spaces where love should be.