He said he loves me, yet he's slowly letting go.
He said he needs me, but he's sleeping soundly on his own.
He used to hold me tight; his embrace felt like home,
But now I’m holding on to the echo of his soul,
Wondering where I went wrong.
And I can’t help but wonder if it’s my destiny—
I get close, and they let me go.
I’m good enough until I open up,
And when they see how shattered my soul truly is,
They pack their bags, saying it’s not worth the risk.
So what makes you different?
What makes you want to stay?
You see, I always make the same mistakes over and over again.
I knew from the moment I met you,
That I would fall for you harder than you’d ever fall for me,
That I would need you more than you’d ever need me.
And maybe that’s just how it’s meant to be—for me.
But now, as I stand at the edge of this love,
I wonder if I can change the story—
If I can rewrite the fate I’ve always known,
Or if I’ll watch you slip away,
Just like the others, leaving me alone.
Still, I hold on to hope, clinging to the chance
That this time—maybe, just maybe—
You’ll be the exception who sees the worth
In my fractured heart and chooses to stay,
Instead of walking away.
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Echoes of the Lost
PoetryIn a world that often feels overwhelming and uncertain, poetry has been my refuge, my way of making sense of the chaos around me. This collection is born from a place of introspection and longing, a testament to the raw emotions and profound questio...
