𓆩Wiltedwish𓆪

If he can burn his lungs

with a cigarette he knows will kill,

why can’t I burn my heart

for a love that never will?

He inhales the poison

just to feel a moment’s peace,

and I hold on to someone

who will never choose me.

Both of us are breaking,

both knowing how it ends,

he loses breath to his habit,

I lose myself to a friend.

He destroys his body slowly,

I destroy my hope the same—

and somewhere in the smoke and silence,

we both whisper our own names.

Maybe pain feels softer

when it’s something we choose,

maybe loving the wrong person

the kind of storm I walked into

as if my skin had been waiting

its whole life

to be rewritten by water.

You are the season that ignores calendars,

arriving without warning,

teaching dry earth how to feel again.

I stand in your downpour

like a traveler who finally understands

why deserts pray for monsoons—

why some floods are blessings,

why drowning can feel like rebirth.

I let your silence thunder through me,

let your touch carve new rivers

where old fears once lived.

Because some rains

aren’t meant to be escaped,

only embraced.

and you…

you are the rain

When I finally let you go,

It felt strange—

because a part of me still wished

to stay, even if it hurt.

I cried until my heart turned hollow,

the silence louder than your voice.

Leaving you was never easy,

but loving you was breaking me.

You chose her over me,

again and again,

and every betrayal carved

a little more of me away.

Yet here I stand—

empty, but free.

Wounded, but wiser.

Because sometimes,

letting go is the loudest way

He said, “Can’t we be friends again?”

And I smiled through the ache,

looked at him, and said—

“If friendship was all we were meant for,

then why did we cross its line?

Why did you hold me like I was yours,

only to let me go like I was no one?”

Tell me…

could you really watch me

in someone else’s arms

and feel nothing burn inside?

Could you see me smile

and not remember how it once belonged to you?

Because I would remember—

every laugh, every silence,

every glance that said more than words ever could.

I’d remember how you made the world fade

just by standing next to me.

And even now, I still ask myself—

why did we ever become more than friends,

if in the end,

we’d have to pretend we never were?

He said, “Can’t we just be friends again?”

And I smiled — a little broken, a little angry — and said,

“If we were meant to stay friends, then why did we ever cross that line?

What’s the point of pretending now? Tell me,

Could you really watch me with someone else and feel nothing?

Wouldn’t every moment we shared come rushing back to you —

the laughter, the fights, the way we used to look at each other?

Don’t lie… you’d remember. And it would hurt, just like it still hurts me.

What if someday they met ??

So,

He rose, she stayed.

Two hearts in one sky,

For a moment they forgot goodbye.

His light met her glow,

And the world stood still,

When the sun loved the moon

Against time’s will.

And though they part as day turns noon,

We laughed too loud, we cared too deep,

Now all I have are memories to keep.

You changed, I stayed — that’s how it ends,

Once my peace, now just past tense.

You were my calm, my safest place,

Now just a name time can’t erase.

I miss you still, but not the same,

I’ve stopped playing that old game.

No hate, no wish to start again —

Just a quiet heart that whispers your name.

Some bonds don’t break, they only bend,

You’ll always be… my almost forever friend.

I count you twice when I count my blessing,

Like the sun and the morning, always confessing.

When I walk into a shop, before I see me,

I see little gifts that whisper your memory.

At the temple, when I close my eyes to pray,

Your name comes first, mine drifts away.

When I talk to people, your story spills,

Like rivers that flow without standing still.

You are the song before the silence,

The reason behind my defiance.

Even the moon feels smaller to me,

Compared to the glow you’ve left in me.

If life is a garden, you’re the first bloom,

If life is a house, you’re the brightest room.

And before I choose anything for me,

I choose you, endlessly.

They say if we part,

it’s forever gone,

no other life,

no second dawn.

But I don’t care

what’s true, what’s real—

I’ll find you again,

I know, I feel.

Even if it’s madness,

even if it’s pain,

I’ll love you till death—

we’ll meet again.

You never noticed

how I notice everything about you—

the color of your shirt,

the watch you always wore,

the shape of your specs resting on your nose,

the orange sacred thread upon your neck.

You will never know

how carefully I memorize you—

your laugh,

the way I smile

when someone whispers your name.

You will never know,

or maybe you do,

that I carry our photograph—

in my back cover,

in my wallet,

on my wall,

so I could fall asleep seeing you

and wake to your face again.

I saw you

putting earphones on

every time you rode your bike,

lost in your own world,

and I wished I could be

the music you listen to.

You never know

how I crave to see you,

to talk,

to meet,

to kiss—just once,

or maybe you do.

I saw your eyes grow smaller

whenever you smiled,

your hair falling perfectly,

without even trying,

your silence,

your hands—

everything.

I memorize you.

You never even looked...

or maybe you do.