Everyone says it will get better,
But I know it won’t, not without her.
I’ve loved only one, and she’s gone,
Now I’m left, just holding on.

The pain lingers, cold and deep,
A sorrow I can’t shake or keep.
No love could fill this empty space,
For she’s the one I can’t replace.

I cry, I scream, I bleed in vain,
In pain that echoes, calls her name.
She doesn’t care, she turns away,
A fleeting thought, a shadow’s sway.

I beg for her to see my scars,
But she flatters away, beyond the stars.
I want to forgive, to let it go,
But she never asks, she’ll never know.

And in the silence, I break once more,
Chasing a love that she’s closed the door.

I lost you to the colours of your truth,
A heart that beats for freedom,
But shatters me in two.

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 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.

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.

Her absence cuts deep,
not because I’m alone,
but because she was the piece
that made it all whole.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.