#silentheartbreak - Hello Poetry

Time and again— I convince myself I'm not waiting— Now or later. What I confessed yesterday— It was nothing more than to make your day. I can compete with someone who likes you, But I can't compete with someone you like. Don't worry about me, sir I stand in freedom.

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Dec 1, 2024

Dec 1, 2024 at 6:22 AM UTC

salsabila

CONFESS ⟡˖࿔

Time and again— I convince myself I'm not waiting— Now or later. What I confessed yesterday— It was nothing more than to make your day. I can compete with someone who likes you, But I can't compete with someone you like. Don't worry about me, sir I stand in freedom.

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Doubts creep in, whispered by shadows. Love, once warm, grows unsure, burdened by unspoken questions and fear. He tries to keep their story alive, but she is turning away, slowly, silently. She tells him love should be free, like a bird in the sky. He listens, but cannot understand. Then comes the moment—when she leaves, when he watches, unable to grieve properly, unable to let go. A single sentence, unfinished, lingers in the air: "Some stories aren’t meant to be told to the end."

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Feb 25, 2025

Feb 25, 2025 at 2:59 AM UTC

Kuch_baatein_khud_se

Post 3: "Hesitation – The Breaking" (Doubts, Distance)

Doubts creep in, whispered by shadows. Love, once warm, grows unsure, burdened by unspoken questions and fear. He tries to keep their story alive, but she is turning away, slowly, silently. She tells him love should be free, like a bird in the sky. He listens, but cannot understand. Then comes the moment—when she leaves, when he watches, unable to grieve properly, unable to let go. A single sentence, unfinished, lingers in the air: "Some stories aren’t meant to be told to the end."

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The day I saw him hold her hand, His fingers wrapped firmly around hers. I watched from a distance, And with every second he held on, My heart fell piece by piece. He held her The way I once wished to be held. The moment his hand closed around hers, The sky grew darker for me, While it seemed brighter for them. As his grip grew stronger, Memories of us returned Like shadows behind me, Slowly tightening around my neck. She smiled brightly, Light dancing across her face, While I sat pale across the lane, Watching him walk away with her. And there I stood Clueless. Astonished. Left behind With the silence.

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Mar 27

Mar 27, 2026 at 2:01 PM UTC

versesbysum

The Hand That Wasnt Mine

The day I saw him hold her hand, His fingers wrapped firmly around hers. I watched from a distance, And with every second he held on, My heart fell piece by piece. He held her The way I once wished to be held. The moment his hand closed around hers, The sky grew darker for me, While it seemed brighter for them. As his grip grew stronger, Memories of us returned Like shadows behind me, Slowly tightening around my neck. She smiled brightly, Light dancing across her face, While I sat pale across the lane, Watching him walk away with her. And there I stood Clueless. Astonished. Left behind With the silence.

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