#unsaidfeelings
Your eyes
were the first thing I noticed
I don’t even know why
just… there was something there
like the sun but not too much
just enough
to make me stare a little longer
and then your smile
it’s stupid how it does that
how it makes everything feel okay
like the world can be a mess
and somehow
it doesn’t matter for a bit
because you’re there
I think about saying this to you sometimes
but I already know I won’t
not because you don’t deserve to hear it
you do
you really do
I just—
I’d rather have you like this
than not have you at all
so I write it here instead
and leave it here
all the small things
that probably don’t mean anything to anyone else
your favorite flower
your favorite song
the way you talk about things you want someday
I remember all of it
for no reason
or maybe there is one
I just don’t say it
and maybe that’s okay
to feel something real
and keep it quiet
even if
you never know
it was always you
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 12:59 PM UTC
Unlike others, I loved Mondays,
and hated weekends, because of you.
Our eyes will meet for the last time,
and then, only then, will I say goodbye.
My chest tightens at the feeling,
my lashes as heavy as mountains,
I'll never get to tell you anything,
I'll never get to know anything.
You'll never know the warmth
that your soul gave to me,
the comfort from sincerity,
and the platonic, almost romantic love.
I never formed those three heavy words,
one's so simple, and yet so meaningful.
I never got to speak,
how you make colours so much brighter,
and the weight of the world so much lighter.
Our looks spoke paragraphs,
our laughter cured sorrow,
our dynamic merged beautifully.
I still refused to tell you however,
because I won't ever say it,
not now, not ever.
In the future, I'll see you,
not in a suit, but casual,
buying milk from a store,
and asking about my day.
It won't be anything the same,
and my soul will feel unclaimed.
We'll laugh, cry and drift together,
but nothing is said.
Not now, not ever.
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 4:27 PM UTC
I wouldn’t say a single word;
I’d let you soar like a secret bird 🐦
Up above, where skies are wide,
I’d keep my silence—my love would hide.
If you had wings, I would not call,
For fear my voice would break your fall.
I’d watch you drift from cloud to cloud,
And love you softly, but never loud.
If you had wings, I’d never chase;
I’d let you vanish without a trace.
For wings belong to skies, not me,
And love must never cage the free.
But you have no wings to take you far;
Your steps still echo where we are.
And since you walk this world the same,
I dare to whisper your hidden name.
So here I stand, with nothing to hide—
No wings between, no need to glide.
If you can hear, then let it be:
I’ll say it all… you’re everything to me.
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 8:53 AM UTC
I wish I could taste our love —
But the truth is, I bit my tongue;
From the words I was too scared to deliver.
I wish I could see our future —
Yet I get so blind in love;
Of what’s real and what I only hoped for.
I wish I could touch your smile —
But I’ve lost touch with my joy;
Holding something I no longer feel inside.
I wish I could hear your tears —
But the sea cries more than us;
Salt waters heavier than any confession.
I wish I could smell your intentions —
But love-sickness fogged my instincts;
Two hearts coughing through a failing truth.
But I get the sense that I'm still
Falling deeper in love with you.
_And that doesn't make any sense!_
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 4:46 PM UTC
My Dear,
I’m tongue-tied — I may not be able to say much. It’s been a long time since I looked into your eyes. In the rush of the day we never find a single quiet moment for ourselves.
If I speak, you’ll tell me you have no time for these childish whims. Fine — I’ll stop saying it. But if you ever feel like it, put out the dim light in your room and stare, blank-eyed, at the ceiling for a while. Maybe then you’ll feel what I feel; maybe you’ll see what’s inside me, and notice how wide the distance has grown.
What do you think? That I’m only being cryptic? You see nothing but darkness. There is no place left for jokes — my days and nights are full of nonsense.
Go ahead, add a couple more complaints to the list. Lately I’m beyond ordinary sorrow; call me an enlightened sage if that comforts you. I won’t tell another lie — I’ll try to speak only what’s true from my heart. No — I will tell you nothing but the truth. These sleepless nights have become unbearably irksome.
I’m tongue-tied; I won’t explain the reasons to anyone. You needn’t worry. Keep living your life as you do. I’ve learned a new craft: weaving stories — many lies, a little truth, and mostly imagination.
Enough of that. I’ve rambled so much I forgot the real thing I wanted to say: I miss your smile. I miss it a great deal. Without it, your face looks hollow and empty.
Always,
Someone
Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 4:25 AM UTC
I want to be your forever!!!
I know it’s not possible but…
Can I be your shoulder in your low times?
Can I be your listerner when you turned to be my radio?
Can I be your biggest cheerleader when you show your steps?
Can I turn as your photographer when you steal my heart with your beauty?
Can I be your admirer to your writings?
Atlast, can I remain to be your friend until we part our ways???
Jun 24, 2025
Jun 24, 2025 at 10:02 AM UTC