#softconfession

[heartkickletters]

You and I… we’re like two powerful nations, both trying so hard not to press the red button. Holding back, staying composed until one of us breaks. Anger takes over, emotions boil, and logic fades. And instead of finding peace, we end up in ruins… two hearts in pieces, scattered, almost turned to dust.

What if we just surrender, together? Raise a white flag not in defeat, but in hope. A warm hug, even if it’s only in thought. A kiss on the forehead, even if it exists only in imagination. You know… sometimes I think we’re like Lara Croft and Terry Sheridan. Both chasing Pandora’s box, one trying to protect, the other tempted by gain. Even though they still love each other.

Is that what we’ve become?

[the-silent-voices]

when i’m away from you something in me changes. when i’m with you i’m blinded by your presence. i feel your moods, your words, your being. and even if it hurts to admit — and even though i’ve said it before — i really feel that to you it doesn’t matter whether i’m there or not. i want to avoid you, not to check if you miss me, but to teach myself to stop wanting you. to stop loving someone for whom i’m only a pleasant distraction — to quiet that feeling, to give this love, this attention, to someone who wants it, who will truly receive it. i have so much love, and i don’t know who to give it to. i’m looking for someone who, in this world, is looking for something real. where are you?

[the-silent-voices]

it's strange — to be close to someone and still feel a wall. to feel connection and distance at the very same time. there are so many things i wish i could tell you — from the bottom of my heart, from the depths of my soul. but i’d cross a line. and i know i’m already stretching it slowly, gently. i should stop. but i want to know how close you’ll let me come? even if i know this won’t end well. i take responsibility for my choice to get hurt. because having someone like you this close to my heart and not being able to truly know you — it’s frustrating.

thank you for being here. even if it’s just for a moment in this part of my life for the lightness you bring, for the smile you spark, for the support you offer. Thank you, my dearest

[the-silent-voices]

sometimes i catch myself thinking — what if? what if you and i met in another time, in a version of life where this wasn’t impossible? would you notice me? would you talk to me? would you ask me to stay? i want to believe you might. i want to believe i’d be the lucky one. but honestly — that thought terrifies me. because this, as painful as it is, still feels safer than being close enough to lose you. i fear that if i let you in, and you chose to leave — it would shatter something inside me like no one ever has before. i’d fall apart. so i keep saying it’s better this way. i pretend i’m fine. but still — why do i ache to be near you? why do i want to be part of your world? why it feels like there’s something real between us. maybe it’s just a dream — a beautiful one. but still, it’s mine.

[golpokoli]

"Where Colors Become Confession"। English Poetry