#emotionalmaturity
(A poem about love that no longer asks – only remains.)
I don’t expect your love.
Expectation is a door
I’ve stopped checking.
But what I feel
remains available,
not as a plea,
but as a place –
a room I no longer wait in,
yet still keep warm.
There was a time
when affection meant
leaning forward,
hoping for symmetry.
Now it means
standing upright,
letting the world
tilt as it must.
Love, for me,
is no longer a transaction.
No ledger,
no return on investment,
no quiet hunger
for mirrored emotion.
It’s simply presence –
steady,
unforced,
unpolished in the best way.
A resource,
not a request.
If you ever need it,
you’ll find it intact.
But I won’t hold the door,
won’t wait in the hallway,
won’t measure myself
against your absence.
I’ve learned to live
in rooms with windows,
not thresholds.
And still –
the warmth remains.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 5:10 AM UTC
Sometimes I wonder — if I had met you in a different time,
would I still be pretending to be this calm?
Because the truth is — I think too much,
and every thought somehow ends with you.
You became the space between my peace and my purpose.
Even when I stay silent, the silence spells your name.
And yet, I never told you everything —
not because I didn’t want to,
but because I wanted my feelings to have dignity.
You see, I’m not the kind of man who shows his pain loudly.
I’ve seen storms and I’ve learned to walk through them quietly.
But when it comes to you —
I lose that calm I built for years.
You make me question the logic I live by.
How can one person be both peace and chaos at once?
Every scroll, every song, every place —
you appear like a memory that refuses to fade.
Not haunting, but soft — like a scar that still glows in the dark.
Maybe I wanted to tell you this:
I don’t need you to understand my silence,
I just wish you’d feel it once —
how much I fight my heart to act like I’m fine.
I’m not waiting for a reply, not asking for a promise —
I just wanted to let you know,
that somewhere between all my goals,
you became the reason I still pause.
If someday you ever wonder
who thought of you without reason —
remember, it was me.
The one who tried to make sense of love
by turning it into patience.
Because sometimes, loving someone
doesn’t mean holding them —
it means holding yourself,
when all you want is them.
I feel like we could have created a spark that could ignite the world… but it seems like fear is holding you back. I just want you to know, I believe in what we could be."
I still remember the smile when I came home after talking to youfor the first' time .
I used to enjoy being my own
But that's how I realized you were different
Because for the first time I craved someone presense more than my own ...
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 6:23 AM UTC
It’s not that I want to be a bad person—
There are just too many bad people
Trying to edge all the bad out of me...
It’s not that I expect the worst from love—
I’ve just experienced the worst out of love...
It’s not that I don’t want to love someone—
It’s the fear of loving someone who hasn’t
Fully learned how to love themselves...
It’s not that I make myself expensive—
I just refuse to discount my worth, to meet
Someone’s inflated expectations...
_I’m not trying to mask my anxiety—
I’m learning to master my patience._
Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 5:13 PM UTC
I read a post that men find love after thirty;
taking a little more time to find somebody worthy.
Whether the glass is half empty or half full—
it doesn't really matter to the one feeling thirsty.
And no, I don’t mean it in the sense
you’re thinking, so please don’t be *****
But then again, not all my intentions are so clean—
having to cut pieces of myself, like I’m performing
open-heart surgery.
Patience is a virtue, sure; but not everyone
will earn it— some wait a little longer;
those who trust the journey, to find
something that finally proves it was
_worth it._
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 2:32 AM UTC
Think twice before you speak of any person,
not for who they are, or what they might do to you,
but for the troubles you might cause them.
No one deserves to be dragged through your issues,
or to drown in the flood of your private doubts.
Think twice before you speak of any person,
think twice before you place their name upon your tongue
just to hold them as a target for your own insecurity.
Think twice beforehand, instead of seeing your actions in retrospect;
Think twice if you can bear the consequences
that will fall upon you.
Think twice before you exploit the other person’s tolerance,
think twice if you intend to trespass their boundaries.
think twice if feeling better about yourself for days, or even months,
will truly appease you, knowing you’ll spend your whole life
using others’ image and life as fuel,
instead of changing and owning your flaws and mistakes.
We all make errors, we all have problems,
but the only unforgivable thing
is to use betrayal and lies
to acquire things that do not belong in your life.
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 1:31 AM UTC
You protect this behaviour of his,
End up letting us suffer like this,
Tears streaming down my swollen cheeks,
I vow to not let the anger unleash.
I know this script by heart,
and it's tearing me apart.
"Don't cry, that's what babies do."
but at the end of the day, is that really true?
My fear of my own blood, it's rational,
Flinch when you attack, it's traditional.
I look into your eyes, see something new,
not the man I thought I knew, not a clue.
On the other hand, she's too kind,
To everyone, who she thinks is by her side,
I look down to the ground, observe every trace,
Not able to look up at her or even look at her face,
Years of bottled up emotions,
I finally lash out, it clashes like an ocean,
Everyone turns their heads to look at me,
The same way I did to you, I'm not the girl they see.
The pieces shattered, scattered apart,
I fit them all together again, just like one,
the picture looks bigger, not what you'd expect.
This is way bigger than my heart,
Some pieces weren't here.. there were none.
The extra pieces I selected,
are pieces from your end, I collected.
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 4:06 PM UTC