It's funny, the way your heart works—
you could be in love now or have loved before,
but there's always someone you're still waiting for.
The name that floats up when the silence is too loud,
the one you hope will light up your phone,
even though you know they won't.
It's a quiet kind of ache, a sinking you can't shake,
years have passed, and you've grown older,
loved and lost again, and yet somehow
that part of you never really stopped,
never stopped waiting for them.
I hate to break it to you, but you already know—
they're not the one who'll text you late at night,
not the one who'll show up in the rain with apologies,
this isn't a movie, honey, and sometimes love stays waiting,
like a song caught in an empty room,
knowing it won't be heard but playing just the same.
—MistakenGenius
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Surviving Heartbreak
PoetryA lover girl who got her heart broken one too many times and now ended up writing poetry about it
