Amor de cuvinte

I gave you meaning you never asked for, built you into more than you ever were.

but then I realized it wasn’t you I was holding, it was everything I poured into you,

every soft place, every quiet hope, every piece of me that made you shine.

and when I took it back, when I finally chose myself, you were worth nothing at all.

Karma nu uită, nu iartă ușor E cârma tăcută din marea de dor. Nu vine când vrei, dar vine precis Când te crezi departe de ce-ai compromis.

Ea nu lovește cu ură sau foc, Ci-ți pune în suflet exact ce-ai dat loc: Un gând nespus, o minciună-n priviri, Un „te iubesc” spus fără simțiri.

Cârma te-ntoarce, încet, fără glas, Spre tot ce-ai lăsat neterminat în pas. Când rănești un suflet ce ți-a dat lumină, Te va arde tăcerea în altă grădină.

Ai râs de durere, ai jucat teatru greu, Ai plecat când iubirea bătea-n pieptul meu. Dar vezi tu, nimic nu rămâne-n uitare Ce-ai semănat, va crește… în tine, mai tare.

you were something rare

the kind of presence

you hold onto

with both hands.

I built meaning around you,

gave you weight

you never carried yourself.

Then it came to me, quietly

what made you shine

was never yours.

It was the way I loved you,

the way I saw you

like something worth keeping.

And when I gathered that love back,

when I let it return to me,

you faded

not into pain,

not into anger,

just into nothing