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Bello Jul 8
You asked me, “Do you love me?”
I said, “I do — but not like that.”
Not as a lover,
but as a friend I always care for.

You got quiet.
Took your heart and left our town
to feel nothing at all.

Three years passed.
No calls, just old photos
of what used to be.

I miss the bond we had.
But some stories end
so we can grow on our own.
Writing from the heart — for the love that stayed, and the silence that followed. Just a soul putting feelings into words.
Bello Jul 8
Don’t take my kindness as a weakness,
or my time as something to waste.
If you keep asking the same questions,
maybe it’s time to walk your own way.

I don’t say “I love you” just to say it —
I show it, in the way I care, in what I do.
Words once meant the world to me,
but too many letdowns taught me to trust action, not promises.
Have you been in this situation before?
Bello Jun 23
I look back at our photo — two smiles caught mid-laughter, too real to fake, even with life weighing heavy on us.
Back then, we didn’t have much, but we had that — something solid, unspoken.
Now, our smiles in pictures feel like strangers wearing our faces.

And though a part of me wants to stay angry,
there’s still a small corner of my heart
that waits for you to say something — anything — that sounds like the old us.

People keep asking, like they expect me to have all the words.
But why is it only me who has to say what happened? Why not you?
Do you ever stop and wonder
how much it hurts —
not just losing what we were,
but never really knowing why?
#UnspokenWords #LostConnection #EchoesOfUs
Bello Jan 22
The more I observe my circle, the clearer colors show,
Truth unveiled in whispers, in shadows they throw.
They judge, they speak, casting words in the air,
Yet their inner selves mirror what they declare.

Sometimes I choose silence, not to push them away,
But their hollow words make comfort stray.
It's not that I dislike the chatter they bring,
But emptiness in speech can clip my wings.

So, I sit with my thoughts, a quiet retreat,
Listening to life, where truths discreet.
In their echoes, I find what’s real,
A sanctuary of calm where wounds can heal.
Bello Aug 2024
In a world where joy and sorrow blend,  
We wear our smiles, though hearts may bend.  
The laughter fades, and shadows creep,  
A heavy burden that we all must keep.

In moments where the heart should soar,  
Instead, we feel a quiet war.  
The joy that once filled up our days,  
Now leaves us lost in a dismal haze.

We reach out, hoping to be heard,  
But find no comfort in a word.  
Alone, we craft a mask of cheer,  
To hide the pain, to mask the fear.

Yet deep within, we all the same,  
Carry wounds that have no name.  
In this silent, shared despair,  
Know that you're not alone out there.
In times of darkness, remember that you are not alone. Even when joy fades and sorrow lingers, there is comfort in knowing that others share in this silent struggle. Together, we can find strength, healing, and hope."

#FindingComfort #YouAreNotAlone #HealingJourney
Bello Aug 2022
I'm searching for myself,
Searching through the past and the present,
Who am I supposed to be and what will I do,
The living me felt like a prototype robot,
Doing everything to keep my world moving,
Work, social and everything.

Am I a living person in this world?
Where can I find myself more like a human,
Can someone find me happiness, sadness and anger?
Those feeling died together with me human feeling
Bello Jan 2022
I wish that I was brave enough to said that I can tell you that I like you.
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