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Heart breaks
Lonely, without a sound.
Not heard,
Only felt.

Days drift alone,
No conversation
To carry the hours.
Phone: silent.
No name lights the screen.
No voice checks in.

Walks empty.
Hands open.
Voice still,
Directed elsewhere.
Even the echoes
Have grown tired of me.

Doors stay locked.
A lifeless home.
One light remains
A lonely shadow
Flickering on the wall,
Moving only when I do.

The coffee brews for one.
The bed sleeps cold on one side.
Laughter is memory,
Tucked in the corners
Like dust I never clean.

Time doesn’t pass here
It settles.
It lingers
Like smoke
In a room without windows.

I talk to no one.
I answer to silence.
I smile at strangers
Who never look back.

And still,
I wait,
For footsteps
That never fall,
For a knock
That never comes.
You capture my thoughts
Held fast by your presence,
A mirror of our moments,
Lost in conversation’s essence.

Late for class,
Floating through the lessons,
Images of your silhouette
Dancing in my mind.

With no hope of reprieve,
I surrender completely
To the one who derails me,
My favorite distraction.
That… is you.
She is.
I look at your beauty,
you are my muse.
The world sees your image
and love takes its cues.

In silence, in stillness,
with no need for sound,
they fall into longing
where your eyes are found.

I share your beauty
your light, your flame
yet nothing I render
can capture your name.

They gaze and they tremble,
ensnared in a stare,
your essence unveiled,
laid naked there.

Now the rendering is over,
your clothes you do adorn.
The Muse
she is a person,
whose image is adored.

But hearts still wander
where your spirit was worn,
each one remembering
the moment love was born.
In her presence, I become more me than I ever was without her
You visited me last night,
In your angelic, glowing light.
I saw your shadows dance with mine,
Your golden hair, a holy sign.

Your smile, it wrapped around my fear,
A gentle pull, you drew me near.
No need for words, no need for sound,
Your presence was where peace is found.

You brought me comfort, soft and true,
A moment shared with only you.
One I won’t forget or hide
It lives in me, it grows inside.

Your hand reached out to calm my soul,
In silence, somehow made me whole.
Your aura wrapped the night in grace,
I saw the stars light up your face.

To be with you
it stilled my mind,
A sacred hush, a rare rewind.
Though brief, your light erased my fear,
And left a warmth that lingers here.

When morning came, you slipped away,
But I still feel you in the day.
So if you can, return in flight
And find me on some quiet night.
My past haunts me.
I don’t even like to sleep anymore
’Cause when I close my eyes,
Every face,
Every life I interrupted,
Every soul I shattered
Comes flashing back in the dark.

I’ve learned to live with it,
But I’ll never forget it.
I can’t break any more hearts

Not when I still hear the ones I broke
Beating in the silence.

The trail of tears I left behind
Revisits me nightly,
And I walk it alone.
True story
Even in the light of day,
I live beneath a shadowed sky
A realm of darkness, cold and gray,
Where silent echoes multiply.

Surrounded by the weight of sorrow,
Depression drapes its heavy veil.
No comfort comes today or tomorrow,
And every breath feels frail.

In crowds, I walk alone, unseen,
My reaching hands find empty air.
The noise around me feels obscene

Connection lost somewhere.

I wait for calls that never ring,
For voices that could pull me through.
But silence is a steady thing
That darkness clings me to.

I wait for the night
for the darkness to engulf me,
To close my eyes, escape the fight,
To hush the ache that will not leave,
This endless craving for the light.

And so I fall
without a sound
Back into the dark I’ve found.
Some live in the shadows
I am envious
Of the way you captured your lovely butterfly,
How love landed gently,
And stayed.

I envy the ease with which you open your heart,
Unfazed by fear,
Unshaken by doubt
Just love,
Pure and proud.

You move through the world
As if joy is your shadow.
Even your silences feel like songs,
And I find myself humming along.

This envy I carry is golden
Not sharp,
Not cruel,
But warm.
A soft glow cast by the brilliance of your love.

To witness it
Is to believe in it.
And though it’s not mine,
I am grateful to stand
In its light.
My best friend has captured his butterfly.
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