Your silence became my mirror
and I spoke to it as if it breathed
One-sided communication...
it felt like talking to a wall,
but still, I whispered love into it
hoping you’d somehow hear my heart echo back
I said I would always be here for you
and I’ve kept that promise
I’m here still
writing to you in shadows
waiting for a sign
for the warmth that only in thoughts
held my name gently
But even love grows weary,
You can be drained
disrespected, bruised
Uncountable number of times
until love feels like erosion.
Tell me, what does that teach the soul?
To forget that the other is alive
to see only the reflection,
and not the pulse beneath it.
To love a ghost
while becoming one
and I spoke to it as if it breathed
One-sided communication...
it felt like talking to a wall,
but still, I whispered love into it
hoping you’d somehow hear my heart echo back
I said I would always be here for you
and I’ve kept that promise
I’m here still
writing to you in shadows
waiting for a sign
for the warmth that only in thoughts
held my name gently
But even love grows weary,
You can be drained
disrespected, bruised
Uncountable number of times
until love feels like erosion.
Tell me, what does that teach the soul?
To forget that the other is alive
to see only the reflection,
and not the pulse beneath it.
To love a ghost
while becoming one
by yours in ❤️ December 27, 2025
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I never hurt you, come on
Hurt and disrate
Came with a band-aid
just for you
Not caring I bled or limped
Nothing would make me stop
I saw for myself
The last time we met and
before you even said
I knew my silence hurt you
You struggled to come through
I stayed in waiting
not to control, avenge or pain you
Only to know, grow and do
what felt right to you
My poet, my ghost
The vow remains
I love you
I never hurt you, come on
Hurt and disrate
Came with a band-aid
just for you
Not caring I bled or limped
Nothing would make me stop
I saw for myself
The last time we met and
before you even said
I knew my silence hurt you
You struggled to come through
I stayed in waiting
not to control, avenge or pain you
Only to know, grow and do
what felt right to you
My poet, my ghost
The vow remains
I love you
by yours in ❤️ December 27, 2025
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It probably sank down into the pipe or whatever, but *how do you know?*
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