The pain doesn't go away, we just make a room for it.

*He wants to be loved with an unspoken understanding, the kind where words are unnecessary, where a glance holds more meaning than a thousand conversations.

- hopelessoptimist -*

A big part of I am is who I'm not.

*There’s a void,
a silent companion I never asked for,
it slips into my days,
pulls me under when I least expect it

I search for answers,
for a reason to keep going,
but all I find are the echoes
of a past I can’t escape

I cry for the years lost,
for the love that never held me,
blaming the ones who couldn’t see me
as I am, as I was

And yet, in the midst of this heaviness,
a gentle hand, a soft word,
brings light to the dark,
if only for a moment.

But the emptiness stays,
a shadow that lingers,
and I wonder if I will ever find
a way to feel whole.

- hopelessoptimist* -

*Thank you for showing me what love is not,
It is not the sharp edges of your words cutting through the quiet spaces between us,
not the empty promises that hung in the air like clouds heavy with rain that never falls.

It is not the silence that followed your footsteps
as you walked away, leaving Echoes of what could have been, should have been,
in the hollow chambers of my heart.

Thank you for showing me that love is not the weight of doubt pressing down,
nor the invisible chains that kept me bound to a ghost of affection.

It is not the nights spent wondering,
if I was enough, if we were enough,
if love was just a fleeting dream
lost in the waking hours of reality.

Thank you for showing me what love is not,
so I can now see what truly love is.

hopelessoptimist*

*How do I unlearn the taste of her lips?
The way her laughter danced on my skin? Each step away feels like a betrayal, Yet staying is a slow descent into madness.

The sun rises, and I count my breaths, As if each inhale could erase her name. But the heart, stubborn and foolish, Clings to the wreckage of what was.

hopelessoptimist*