My Unspoken Thoughts

Keeping it simple.

[solitudeandserenity]

i want you to escape my mind.

i am at the point where i wan’t to keep you out of it.

i want to make myself occupied.

but not you on my mind.

[solitudeandserenity]

i miss you

and

i am dying to call you mine

[solitudeandserenity]

I long to call you mine,

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

I loved you too quietly.

[solitudeandserenity]

i wan‘t my spark back

[solitudeandserenity]

the fine line was evident

to myself is whom i can only confess

this feelings are honest

and let the wind take care of the rest

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after all, it’s still you

i missed you

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You were a beginning,

not a loss -

a quiet yes to myself

spoken through you

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I don’t resent what we didn’t become

I carry it like a pressed flower

proof that something soft

once grew there

even it it was never meant to last

[solitudeandserenity]

What hurts is that the connection

was never given a shape

never allowed to be real enough

to survive or shatter.

[solitudeandserenity]

And some days

that hurts more

than a clean goodbye ever could.

[solitudeandserenity]

Still, I carry you

like a song I never played out loud,

something soft and unfinished,

echoing where something more

might have lived.

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just the slow realization

that what I was mourning

was a possibility, not a person

[solitudeandserenity]

We never gave the connection

a chance to exist

long enough to fail properly.

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I built a bond out of moments

too small to defend themselves:

shared glances,

almost-texts,

sentences I rehearsed

and swallowed whole.

[solitudeandserenity]

You were never mine,

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

it mattered.

[solitudeandserenity]

I liked you

in the way you like a window at dusk -

not to enter,

just to stand near

and feel something change.

[solitudeandserenity]

it’s just basic human decency in the end. ending this derange thoughts.