#lonelycore

it sits quietly beside me,

wrapped in soft pink and borrowed comfort,

pretending it’s harmless

like it hasn’t been here all along

i fill the silence with pretty things

little distractions, delicate colors,

anything to make the emptiness feel less obvious

but it always finds its way back

settling into the spaces no one else touches

it’s in the unanswered messages

the half-typed thoughts i never send

the way my room feels too big at night

and too small for everything i can’t say

sometimes i think i’ve learned how to hold it

like something fragile, almost beautiful

but it still aches the same

still lingers longer than it should

still whispers that no one is really here

and maybe the quiet is the worst part

not loud enough to break

not soft enough to heal

just… there