I stand on the edge of us,
Teetering between too much and not enough.
Your gaze, a shifting tide,
Pulling me close, then leaving me stranded,
Alone with the echo of my need.
When your words turn sharp,
I feel them cut into my chest,
Each one carving out
A hollow space
Where love used to rest.
My heart doesn't just break—it implodes,
Collapsing inward under the weight
Of your retreat.
The air slips from my lungs,
And I gasp for something
To anchor me to this world
That feels heavier every second.
I am weak, powerless,
Caught in a storm I cannot calm.
I want to scream,
To make you see
How your distance tears me apart,
But my voice cracks under the strain
Of holding myself together.
And yet, in this unbearable pain,
I cling to the hope of you,
Of a moment when the emptiness subsides
And I am no longer a burden,
But someone you could cherish again.
Until then, I float in this void,
Each breath an effort, each beat a reminder—
I am still here,
Even when it feels like I shouldn't be.
YOU ARE READING
we won't cry anymore
Poetrya collection of poems and writings lying around in my notes app; a part of me, a pinch of my soul and here are my naked thoughts for you. hope you'll like my thoughts. have a good time in my mind!
