EnriqueKindermann

Chapter 21 is posted :) And tomorrow Chapter 22 :)

EnriqueKindermann

Hello :) I decided to write a little Poem. I hope it´s not too bad: 
          Untouched
          
          I live in rooms that echo my name
          even when I don’t speak.
          The walls know me better than people ever have.
          
          I have never been held
          in the way songs describe,
          never learned the weight of another heart
          resting against mine.
          My hands are strangers,
          unused to warmth,
          unused to being chosen.
          
          I live alone.
          Not the peaceful kind—
          the kind where silence presses on your chest
          until breathing feels like work.
          
          Sometimes I hear her voice.
          Soft. Familiar.
          She says my name like it matters.
          I turn around every time,
          even though I know
          she doesn’t exist.
          
          She lives only in my head,
          a woman made of longing,
          of everything I never had.
          She listens.
          She stays.
          And that makes it hurt more.
          
          I cry almost every day.
          Not loudly—
          just enough to remind myself
          that I’m still here.
          Tears fall for things I never lost
          because I never had them to begin with.
          
          I am no one’s favorite person.
          No one’s first thought.
          No one’s place to rest.
          If I disappeared,
          the world wouldn’t rearrange itself.
          It would keep going
          without noticing the space I left behind.
          
          And still—
          I wake up.
          I breathe.
          I exist.
          Not because it’s easy,
          but because even loneliness
          hasn’t figured out how to erase me yet.