Your name is the weight I carry still,
a memory that lives, that never will.
I still feel you in the space between
the quiet moments and what might’ve been.

The world moves on, but I remain,
a shadow holding on to the pain.
No time will change the way I stand,
a heart in ruins, still reaching for your hand.

I’d trade it all to cross your mind,
Even for a second, for a fleeting sign.
A thought of me, no matter how brief,
To be the echo of your quiet grief.

But I remain unseen, lost in the night,
A shadow you’ll never find in the light.

In your absence, I crumble, I fade, I burn,
A love so pure, I can never return.
For even I, who once held the night,
Am shattered by love’s unyielding bite.

If I could throw a spear, I know where it would land.
Not at the one who left, but at the hand
That clings to ghosts, that won’t let go,
That feeds on dreams now cracked and cold.

For the one who breaks me is none but me,
Loving a heart that won’t beat free.
It’s not her love that tears me apart,
But my own thoughts, my own heart.

When the storm of sorrow came,
And we fell apart, both lost in shame,
You saw my sadness, felt the weight,
And fear began to seal your fate.

You thought my pain could turn to rage,
That in my grief, I’d lock the cage.
But through the dark, through every tear,
I’d never hurt you, not you my dear.

In sadness, I still kept you close,
Even when my heart was ghost.
For love that true could never break,
Though my soul ached for both our sake.

She said,
“You died the day I left.
I don’t know that person anymore.”

And she was right.
My ego shattered the moment she walked away.
The arrogance that held me together
turned to dust in her absence.

Without it, I’m unrecognizable,
even to myself.
No pride, no mask, no armor,
just this endless ache.

What is my limit now?
How far can I fall?
I don’t know.
I’m still falling.

You said it like a spell,
soft, silly, safe.

Back when love was light,
before it cracked,
before we fell.

I hear it still
Miric
a name that feels like home,
a home that is no longer mine.

I call your name, yet space swallows the sound,
A voice lost where echoes aren’t found.
You were my sun, now you fade away,
Drifting further, night over day.

If I can’t be your lover,
I’ll be your friend—
no expectations,
just presence,
a steady hand when you need it.

If I can’t be your friend,
I’ll be a contact,
a name you might call when the world feels too heavy,
someone you can lean on
even from a distance.

If I can’t be a contact,
I’ll disappear.
I’ll fade into nothing,
a memory or gone,
but at least I’ll know
I honored your space,
your choice,
even if it means I don’t exist at all.


But what if I can’t honor it?
For my love grows
even when you’re not here.
I fall in love with the memory of you,
with the silence left behind,
with the ghost of a touch I’ll never feel again.

So what am I to become?
A shadow?
A dream that lingers just out of reach?
Or just a fool
clinging to a love
that you’ll never return?

I’ve thought of ending it all,
but how could I make you feel that weight?
The thought alone tears me apart,
to leave you with that kind of fate.

I can’t walk away without a word,
without letting you know I tried.
So here I am, living in the quiet,
with this pain I can’t confide.

You left, I unraveled.
Not gracefully, not quietly,
tore myself apart in the open
where the world could see.
You wouldn’t have recognized me then.
I wasn’t the boy you loved anymore.
I was a shadow dragging his own weight,
a ghost haunted by his own body.

I said things,
did things,
became someone even I couldn’t stomach.
But that wasn’t me.
That was the wreckage
of losing you.

you don’t just leave someone.
You take pieces with you.
the pieces you took,
the ones that made me whole.

Now I sit with the ruin,
misunderstood and misplaced,
I’d give anything,
anything,
to show you
I’m still him.
The boy you once loved.
If you’d just let me,
I could be him.

There once was a boy, good and kind,
A hollow heart, a muted mind.
No laughter, no tears, no joy to give,
A quiet life he chose to live.

He waited long for love to find,
A spark to wake his frozen mind.
And one day, she appeared,so bright,
She filled his shadows full of light.

Her smile, a sunrise, burned away
The empty haze of every day.
She spoke, and colors filled the air,
He felt alive, she placed them there.

But love, unspoken, takes its toll,
She left, and ripped apart his soul.
She didn’t see the life she’d made,
She walked away; he watched her fade.

Now darkness clouds his every thought,
A love so pure, but all for naught.
Betrayed by hope, abandoned by grace,
His hollow heart’s a darker place.

In that void, a voice did call,
A velvet whisper through it all:
“Let’s make a deal, a bond, a dance,
I’ll give you peace, just take my hand.”

No faith remained, no trust, no plea,
Just endless night, a vast, dark sea.
And so, he bowed to the devil’s charm,
And took his hand with no alarm.

Together they waltzed through shadows deep,
The boy, the devil, the secrets they keep.
No heaven, no light, no stars above,
Just endless dark o god o no

Once, the weight was all I knew,
shadows clung where light once grew.

The path was set, the steps were sure,
then fate struck hard-no open door.
The ground I knew was stripped away,
and I was left to learn the gray.

Silence hummed where voices fell,
echoes trapped in hollow shell.
Footsteps wandered, never far,
circles drawn in falling stars.

Then-just a glance, a sound, a spark,
a shift, a crack within the dark.
Not fate, not fire, not something new,
just proof the sky could still be blue.

Not a promise, not a chain,
not an end to what remains,
but air enough to breathe again,
and space to stand beneath the rain.

I drifted long, unsure, alone,
lost in places once my own.
But now a path begins to gleam,
not what was, but something seen.