I misheard your emotions, I misheard your needs,
I misheard my own heart, now regret counts the beats.
I misheard your plans and acted like I didn’t care,
Now that I’m without you, your absence is all I hear

Your name still meddles in the wind,
My friends know not to mention you anymore, but someone else did
I got out of the car, without a fight when you told me goodbye,
Please come back before the distance settles in,
I know I didn’t offer what you needed, but I will give you the world if you let me try

I feel your gaze through the image on my screen—
the screen that binds our hearts in silence.
In the quiet between us lives a bond,
gentle, certain, and unwavering.

But oh, how I long for your touch
to linger on my skin—again and again.
Your grasp still hums within me,
like a memory, faint yet alive.

Ah—what lies between us aches in my chest,
until your lips curve, and I breathe again.
I close my eyes,
but the laughter in yours still peeks through—
soft, steady, kind, and soothing.

You may not know it,
but you are my four-leaf clover.
When the light dimmed,
you were the one who brought it back to me.

Your words carry belief—
not loud, but certain—
and somehow, that’s enough.

We had never truly known
what affection or passion looked like.
But you, my darling,
you didn’t just tell me what love is—
you showed me.

Of all the chances life could give,
you were the one it gifted me.

Unclimatized from years in an emotional cell,
Now aching for freedom, where peace dares to dwell.
Each breath is a question, each step feels unsure,
As I relearn a world that once felt like a blur

The black rose, your favorite
The rose symbolizes love, the black, the withered and non-existent,
We watched it fade and called it fate,
the bloom went dark beneath love’s weight,
a black rose turned red on my part much too late

Love wrote the highs, loss read the byes.
Now silence pens the chapters where your voice once replied

Everything I didn’t say
Haunts me every night and day
I care endlessly, so I let you walk away
And now all that matters to me, is the fact that you’re okay

No reaction to action
Left baffled by the way you were acting
From lovers to strangers, now barely reacting
Love you forever to cold replies — no reenactment
Yelling instead of talking, now silence is our last interaction

The way you held me hurt
In ways I can't describe.
You tore my arms, legs, back,
The rips growing deeper
With each **** meeting.
You stared at the tears in my skin,
Proud of yourself, aroused.
You scraped your claws over them,
Pulling them wider, prettier.
You pleased yourself, admiring your work.
I was perfect for you.
Sitting still and letting you disfigure me,
My body was not mine.
I was yours, signature and all,
Deep etchings in my skin
The same etchings I carve off,
only to grow them back.
You made me carve your name,
Over, and over, and over.
My fingers dull and numb,
Digging deeper for you to see,
For you to admire.
Though I was never enough.
Not close to satisfying your hunger.
Never a day passed
Where I would not dread seeing you.