“Whispers of an Unseen Heart”
Sometimes, my heart speaks in silence,
In languages no one ever taught me,
In rhythms that echo through sleepless nights,
And dreams that never find their dawn.
I smile in crowded rooms,
But my soul often sits alone,
Tracing the shadows of memories
That refuse to fade with time.
There are feelings I’ve hidden in corners,
Folded like old letters never sent,
Words soaked in unshed tears,
And confessions buried beneath courage.
I wanted to say so much—
To tell you how your presence
Was once the calm in my chaos,
The pause in my racing thoughts.
But fear wrapped around my voice,
And silence became my only reply.
Do you know what it feels like
To carry a storm inside your chest?
To laugh while breaking quietly,
To stand strong while falling apart within?
It’s like holding fire in bare hands—
Beautiful, painful, and impossible to let go.
Every night, I rewrite the same story,
Changing endings that never change,
Imagining conversations that never happened,
And holding onto hope that slowly slips away.
The truth is, I was never good at letting go.
I collect moments like fragile glass,
Even the ones that cut me deeply,
Because they remind me I once felt alive.
I remember the way your name
Felt like poetry on my lips,
How your laughter became my favorite song,
And your absence… my longest silence.
Sometimes, I wonder—
Was I just a passing chapter in your life?
While you became an entire book in mine,
Every page filled with you.
People say time heals everything,
But they never tell you how slow it moves
When your heart is stuck in yesterday,
And your mind refuses to move forward.
I tried to forget you—
I really did.
But how do you erase someone
Who became a part of your existence?
How do you unlearn a love
That felt like breathing?
So instead, I learned to live with it.
With the quiet ache,
With the unspoken words,
With the echoes of “what if” and “maybe.”
And somewhere along the way,
I realized something strange—
Not all love stories are meant to last,
Some are meant to teach.
You taught me how deeply I could feel,
How much I could care,
How strong I could pretend to be,
Even when I was breaking inside.
Now, I walk forward—
Not completely healed,
But stronger than before,
Carrying pieces of my past
Like lessons, not regrets.
And though a part of me
Will always whisper your name
In the quiet corners of my heart,
I no longer wait for you to return.
Because I’ve learned—
Some feelings are not meant to be spoken,
Some stories are not meant to be finished,
And some love…
Is simply meant to be felt,
Deeply, silently, and forever.
