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We just sit in the silence.

Two shadows in a room

Trying hard not to break it.

You trace circles on my hand

Like you’ve memorized it.

And if you let go first

Then it might all cave in.

But we both know this is what it is.

And I hope somebody holds you

Like I used.

And I hope they see the magic

Like I still do.

So baby tell me

is it time to move on?

Cause I’m not the one you call anymore.

Running low on our time,

Broken down and half alive.

So now I’ll love you from the other side.

We don’t say any of it out loud.

Love shouldn’t feel like

We’re drowning just to stay afloat.

If holding on means hurting you

And staying means we slowly lose,

Then maybe letting go is mercy

Even if it ruins me and you.

I’ll learn how not to call

When something good goes wrong

I’ll delete the little things

That still feel like our song.

I’ll pretend I don’t check

Who you’re with or where you’ve been.

Like it doesn’t pull the air

Right out of my lungs again.

I hope somebody holds you

Like I used to do.

And I hope they see the magic

The way I always do.

If loving you means stepping back

And letting someone else have that,

Then maybe that’s what love is

Even if it ruins me.

If I see you on a street someday

I’ll smile like I’m okay

Like I didn’t memorize your laugh

Or the freckles on your face.

And if you ever look for me

In the crowd on a Friday night,

I’ll be somewhere in the back row

With my eyes already locked on you.

So we’ll move on

But that doesn’t mean goodbye.

Some loves don’t get the story

They just learn how to survive.

And I’ll always be the one

Who knew you inside

Even if I’m never

The one by your side.

We might not get forever,

But you’ll have my whole life.

In the quiet of my heart

Where I still keep you tied

I’ll always love you

But five turned into a lifetime

where I waited in paused breath—

a purgatory of hope.

Two years slipped through cracked hands,

and all that remains

is absence dressed like memory.

You told me,

“Say you won’t leave me lonely,”

but I was loneliest beside you—

cradling your hollow promises

like they meant something holy.

You needed devotion,

not love.

And I gave you both,

until I bled.

You played me

like a record stuck on repeat,

a game you never meant to win.

You wore your loneliness

like perfume,

and I was the fool

who inhaled it too deeply.

You never deserved me.

But I gave you temples

and burned incense to your name

like a god I hoped would stay.

I spoke to the moon—

not because it listened,

but because you never did.

Asked it what we meant,

what you meant.

It said nothing.

And in that silence,

I saw the truth.

I thought we’d kiss forever—

but even our lips lied.

Now there’s a new letter

gracing your throat—

another vow, another life.

And still,

I speak to the night

with venom tucked behind my teeth.

I’m so lovely,

aren’t I?

So composed,

so tragic.

Telling myself I’m over it

while I sing to the same moon

that watched me break.

Hatred sits gently beside heartbreak—

they hold hands

where you used to hold me.

And I taste you

in every curse I whisper

like a wine I can’t stop drinking.

Your name

is poison on my tongue.

But I still say it.

Because that’s the paradox:

you ruined me

so beautifully

that I still

An unseen thread that binds, yet frays in silence,

Aching—agonizing—when no pull is felt from the other end.

I gaze upon the stars and think only of you,

Their shimmer an echo of the light once alive in your eyes,

Infinite, unfathomable—like the galaxies that dwell between us.

My chest is a tomb of hollowness,

Each breath a ghost that whispers your name.

I wait—desperate—for the faintest pull,

A trembling reminder that you still exist on the other side of this fragile string.

I beg the heavens for a star to fall,

To tell me, “she is thinking of you too.”

Entire constellations collapse within me,

Swallowed by the gravity of your absence.

There is no solace in the cosmos,

No sanctuary in the chaos of the night.

Only shadow.

Only silence.

Only the echo of what was once warm.

My skin has forgotten the language of your touch.

My mind screams in the quiet between heartbeats,

Each thought louder than the distance that divides us.

The universe conspired once to bring us together.

Perhaps it was fate,

That fleeting moment you sat beside me.

But tell me, my love,

Why does the universe now twist its hands

To wrench us apart?

I lie awake beneath a dying sky,

Thread in hand, heart unraveling,

Waiting for a tremor—

For the smallest sign—

From the other end of a string

That has remained motionless

Since the night