#unfulfilled - Hello Poetry

I am a fool– yes, only a fool, with echoes that cling and refuse to loosen their hold. Old feelings hum low in the bones of my chest, a sorrow that sleeps but never finds rest. I promised– oh, I promised– no more of this pain, no more would I wander these circles again. Or I’d carve out the longing, erase every trace, ‘till death, soft and certain, would cover my face. But here I remain– unchanged, incomplete, a wife in the silence, love dragged at her feet. “A week wasn’t enough?” he says with a sigh, as if love could be counted, as if want could just die. He touches, then leaves– no tenderness stays, just heat without meaning, just hollowed-out days. And I lie there awake with a weight in my chest, untouched in the ways that would finally let me rest. Four years of the smoke, of the bitter, the burn, I inhale what I hate while my insides churn. I am tired.... so tired– of swallowing it whole, of choking on silence that eats at my soul. And then come the whispers, so gentle, so sly– “Be sinful,” they murmur, “Just once.... you can try.” “Be wanted, be chosen, be held like you’re real– what’s wrong with a moment that lets your heart feel?” But I know this story. I’ve lived it before. I’ve knelt at the threshold of that very same door. A girl once believed in a love that was true, but she gave him her heart while he asked only for her body too. And when he returned– oh, cruel twist of fate– I was already shattered, already too late. We kissed like the broken, like breath was a sin, two souls chasing warmth we’d never hold in. But he was no different– just hunger disguised, another pair of hands that would take, then deny. I was never the one he would ever defend– just a body he borrowed, a means to an end. Still I dressed in red lace, soft hearts on my skin, hoping– just once– he would finally let me in. How foolish, how foolish– to beg to be seen, to replay every moment of what might have been. Now I drift through the days, a ghost in a role, with a smile on my lips and a crack in my soul. How many rejections can one body take before something inside it decides it won’t break– but instead simply.... empties, goes quiet, goes still, loses the hunger, forgets how to feel? Yet he came back again– and my traitorous heart started blooming in pieces it should’ve torn apart. I laughed, I was light, I was soft, I was warm– like a girl untouched by the shape of this storm. But I am divided, too lost to be true, too weak to let go, too aching for you. So here I remain– between sin and regret, between what I lost and what I can’t forget. And when all fades to silence, when longing runs dry.... I’ll still be the fool who kept asking why. A lonesome wife, with love turned to ache– still reaching for hands that will never stay. ♡ lil-usagi

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Apr 16

Apr 16, 2026 at 7:55 PM UTC

lil-usagi

A Fool Still Waiting

I am a fool– yes, only a fool, with echoes that cling and refuse to loosen their hold. Old feelings hum low in the bones of my chest, a sorrow that sleeps but never finds rest. I promised– oh, I promised– no more of this pain, no more would I wander these circles again. Or I’d carve out the longing, erase every trace, ‘till death, soft and certain, would cover my face. But here I remain– unchanged, incomplete, a wife in the silence, love dragged at her feet. “A week wasn’t enough?” he says with a sigh, as if love could be counted, as if want could just die. He touches, then leaves– no tenderness stays, just heat without meaning, just hollowed-out days. And I lie there awake with a weight in my chest, untouched in the ways that would finally let me rest. Four years of the smoke, of the bitter, the burn, I inhale what I hate while my insides churn. I am tired.... so tired– of swallowing it whole, of choking on silence that eats at my soul. And then come the whispers, so gentle, so sly– “Be sinful,” they murmur, “Just once.... you can try.” “Be wanted, be chosen, be held like you’re real– what’s wrong with a moment that lets your heart feel?” But I know this story. I’ve lived it before. I’ve knelt at the threshold of that very same door. A girl once believed in a love that was true, but she gave him her heart while he asked only for her body too. And when he returned– oh, cruel twist of fate– I was already shattered, already too late. We kissed like the broken, like breath was a sin, two souls chasing warmth we’d never hold in. But he was no different– just hunger disguised, another pair of hands that would take, then deny. I was never the one he would ever defend– just a body he borrowed, a means to an end. Still I dressed in red lace, soft hearts on my skin, hoping– just once– he would finally let me in. How foolish, how foolish– to beg to be seen, to replay every moment of what might have been. Now I drift through the days, a ghost in a role, with a smile on my lips and a crack in my soul. How many rejections can one body take before something inside it decides it won’t break– but instead simply.... empties, goes quiet, goes still, loses the hunger, forgets how to feel? Yet he came back again– and my traitorous heart started blooming in pieces it should’ve torn apart. I laughed, I was light, I was soft, I was warm– like a girl untouched by the shape of this storm. But I am divided, too lost to be true, too weak to let go, too aching for you. So here I remain– between sin and regret, between what I lost and what I can’t forget. And when all fades to silence, when longing runs dry.... I’ll still be the fool who kept asking why. A lonesome wife, with love turned to ache– still reaching for hands that will never stay. ♡ lil-usagi