We loved each other in every language
except honesty!
except honesty!
You became my first thought in the morning
and my last thought before I slept.
I memorized your laugh, your habits, your favorite songs, even the pauses between your words.
You know the songs that make me cry,
the memories I avoid,
the way my voice changes when I’m hurting.
You can read my mind through a single
I’m fine, yet somehow,
I still don’t know what place I have in your life.
Yet somehow, I was never yours.
No label to hold on to.
No promise to believe in.
No goodbye to help me move on.
Every day feels like waiting for
a chapter that never gets written ♥
It was realizing I had been mourning
us long before we were over.
Every notification made my heart race.
Every delayed reply made it sink.
I built a home out of “maybe,”
while you kept one foot at the door.
And in the end, there was nothing to explain.
No anniversary to remember.
No breakup to cry over.
No relationship for anyone else to understand.
Just midnight calls that mean too much,
unread feelings hidden behind jokes,
and a love that keeps growing
in the shadows because neither of us
dares to bring it into the light!
And maybe that’s what a situationship really is:
Being loved enough to stay attached, but never enough to be chosen. so long loving an illusion that never had the courage to become real.
Yet somehow, you left me with the kind of heartbreak people write novels about.
Because love doesn’t always need a label to leave scars. Ilaaviewwww ♥
Because love doesn’t always need a label to leave scars. Ilaaviewwww ♥
