#reciprocation - Hello Poetry

loving with all of one’s heart is not for the faint of spirit. it can be utterly exhausting to pour light and warmth into a world that rarely extends its hands in return. sometimes it feels as though i’m being drained drop by drop, each act of care siphoning fragments of my own energy, until i’m left hollow and searching for ways to restore what’s been spent—only for the cycle to begin again. i often wonder if perhaps i’m too kind, if my tenderness teeters on the edge of self-sacrifice. but stopping isn’t in my nature. there are too many souls who deserve to feel the gentleness of genuine care, too many who have forgotten what it feels like to be held with understanding. so i love, and i love immensely. i want to wrap others in warmth and safety because i know the ache of being cold and unseen. i want to breathe hope into weary hearts so they might remember their worth and keep moving forward. yet quietly a part of me aches, wishing someone might one day pour into me with the same devotion i give so freely. i yearn to feel the very warmth i offer to others. but until that day comes, i will keep giving steadfastly, so that someone else’s doubts about being cared for might soften and fade into light. so, i give. i dream that one day, someone will recognize the way i love; not as weakness, but as the rare strength it takes to keep giving in a world that so often takes. someone who will meet my care with care of their own and see the universe i carry quietly behind my eyes. love isn’t something i give to be returned. it’s something that lives in me, something that refuses to dim even when it’s met with silence. i’ve made peace with being the one who softens the edges of a hardened world, even if no one notices the hands that do the softening. i was made to be gentle in a world that forgets softness. i was made to remind others that light still exists, even when it flickers. and maybe, one day someone will see that light and recognize it. maybe they’ll reach for it; not because they need saving, but because they want to stay.

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Oct 19, 2025

Oct 19, 2025 at 11:30 PM UTC

faiery

the quiet ache of kindness

loving with all of one’s heart is not for the faint of spirit. it can be utterly exhausting to pour light and warmth into a world that rarely extends its hands in return. sometimes it feels as though i’m being drained drop by drop, each act of care siphoning fragments of my own energy, until i’m left hollow and searching for ways to restore what’s been spent—only for the cycle to begin again. i often wonder if perhaps i’m too kind, if my tenderness teeters on the edge of self-sacrifice. but stopping isn’t in my nature. there are too many souls who deserve to feel the gentleness of genuine care, too many who have forgotten what it feels like to be held with understanding. so i love, and i love immensely. i want to wrap others in warmth and safety because i know the ache of being cold and unseen. i want to breathe hope into weary hearts so they might remember their worth and keep moving forward. yet quietly a part of me aches, wishing someone might one day pour into me with the same devotion i give so freely. i yearn to feel the very warmth i offer to others. but until that day comes, i will keep giving steadfastly, so that someone else’s doubts about being cared for might soften and fade into light. so, i give. i dream that one day, someone will recognize the way i love; not as weakness, but as the rare strength it takes to keep giving in a world that so often takes. someone who will meet my care with care of their own and see the universe i carry quietly behind my eyes. love isn’t something i give to be returned. it’s something that lives in me, something that refuses to dim even when it’s met with silence. i’ve made peace with being the one who softens the edges of a hardened world, even if no one notices the hands that do the softening. i was made to be gentle in a world that forgets softness. i was made to remind others that light still exists, even when it flickers. and maybe, one day someone will see that light and recognize it. maybe they’ll reach for it; not because they need saving, but because they want to stay.