#cometoanend
I wish you could see me
the way you used to,
back when your eyes softened
just by looking at me,
when your hands found mine
without hesitation,
when I was everything
you ever wanted.
You used to hold me
like I mattered,
like losing me
wasn’t even a possibility.
Now I look at you
and I don’t recognise
who you’ve become.
Cold in ways
I never knew you could be,
distant in ways
I can’t seem to reach,
like the person I loved
has been replaced
by someone
who doesn’t love me at all.
And maybe the truth is
I don’t recognise myself either,
not without you.
Maybe that’s why I stay,
why I keep holding on
even when it hurts,
because I don’t know
who I am
if I let you go.
I feel alone,
even when you’re right here,
like I’m grieving something
that hasn’t fully gone yet.
I don’t know what’s worse,
you leaving
or you staying
like this.
Why can’t you see me?
See how much I want you,
how much I’m trying
to keep this alive
with nothing left
to hold onto.
I want us back,
the laughter,
the warmth,
the way love felt easy
instead of something
I have to beg for.
I want you
to fall in love with me again,
to choose me
the way you used to.
But wanting it
doesn’t make it real.
And still,
some part of me whispers
the same quiet plea
I can’t seem to let go of—
please,
come back to me.
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 10:11 PM UTC