My Unspoken Thoughts

and

yet I know the words would never sound right.

So I'll love you from a distance,

where silence is gentler than goodbye.

These feelings are mine alone to keep,

hidden beneath every smile I wear.

But tonight my heart feels too full,

as though one more beat and it might break.

How do I tell you

when neither of us has chosen to stay?

When every path we've taken

has only led us further away.

So I'll remain the quiet admirer,

finding comfort in the light you never knew you gave.

If loving you means letting you go,

then I'll carry this unspoken love

like a poem that was never meant to be read.

Or, if you'd like something more concise and melancholic:

I want to call you mine,

but some dreams were never ours to claim.

So I admire you from afar,

where love asks for nothing in return.

These feelings stay caged within my chest,

yet my heart trembles against its walls.

How can I confess

when we're both already walking away?

Perhaps silence is kinder than hope,

and distance gentler than regret.

Still, if my heart should burst one day,

know it was only because

to myself is whom i can only confess

this feelings are honest

not a loss -

a quiet yes to myself

I carry it like a pressed flower

proof that something soft

once grew there

was never given a shape

never allowed to be real enough

that hurts more

like a song I never played out loud,

something soft and unfinished,

echoing where something more

that what I was mourning

a chance to exist

too small to defend themselves:

shared glances,

almost-texts,

sentences I rehearsed

and never asked.

I learned your laughed instead,

the tilt of your head when you listened,

the way my name sounded

when you said it without knowing

in the way you like a window at dusk -

not to enter,

just to stand near

Just by thinking

To let you go will be near