I can hear my heart break.
He drew me towards him
with a fragile thread of honey-like words.
He stayed,
he supported,
he listened,
if he couldn't help.
But I held back that thread
under all expectations and pressure so well.
I wished to grant him a place in my heart,
but by some, it was already locked.
I muttered in his ear, "It will be fine."
Yet, it didn't have an unhappy ending
because it never got to have its beginning.
