Surviving Heartbreak

You Are The Name Of Love

I hear you, a heavy weight pressing,
this emptiness you didn't invite,
it crept in like an unwanted guest,
when you thought you had healed,
when you thought you were whole.

You worked so hard to feel okay,
to fill your own void with strength,
but now this hollow silence surrounds,
and you can't make sense of it.
You feel betrayed by the peace you once had,
shattered by the quiet that feels too loud.

You've tried to give love,
only to have it slip through your fingers,
leaving you empty again.
You want someone to stay,
to see you in your depth,
not for a moment,
but for the long haul.
But they don't.
They never stay.

And it makes you question
if all the love you give is too much,
too deep,
too overwhelming for anyone to hold.
The love you give doesn't return
the way you need it to,
and it leaves you wondering
if you've been wrong all along.

This emptiness—
it's not you.
It's a shield you've put up
to protect yourself from more hurt.
But it feels so cold,
so distant,
like something you can't shake.

You want to stop caring,
to flip the switch,
to stop loving,
to stop giving,
because maybe,
just maybe,
it won't hurt anymore
if you stop expecting.

But deep down, you know
that love is a part of you,
even when you try to shut it off.
It's there,
waiting to be seen,
waiting to be returned,
and you don't want to lose it
even if it feels like it's been taken too many times.

You don't want to be empty.
You don't want to feel lost.
But here you are,
still searching for something
to fill the space.
Still hoping,
still trying,
even when it feels like you've given up.

But don't stop.
Don't stop loving,
even if it feels like you're giving into the void.
You're not empty.
You're just in a place of healing,
learning when to protect your heart,
and when to let love find you.
The love you deserve is real,
and it's waiting for you
in a way that won't leave you hollow.

—MistakenGenius