Poetry

What Kind of Love Is This?

You say you’re mine, yet you barely talk to me, You say your heart is with me, but where am I supposed to be?

I ask if you’re busy, you say, “No, I’m free,” Yet you disappear again, leaving no words for me.

Just one little message, then you vanish from sight, Leaving me questioning everything deep into the night.

What kind of love is this? I struggle to understand, You say that I’m your person, yet I can’t reach your hand.

You complain that I don’t respect you, that I fail to see your worth, But I put your dignity before everything on this earth.

You say no one is like me, that I respect you like no other, Yet why do I feel so distant from the one I call my lover?

I never asked for hours, nor all your time each day, Just a little care, a little effort, a few words along the way.

Because love is more than claiming someone as your own, It’s making them feel wanted, not leaving them alone.

If I’m truly yours, then tell me, why does it feel this way? Why do your words promise forever, while your actions push me away? 💔

Just smile
Your position
Is important.
Its yours.
Its given to you.
Just smile

When people fall for your roots,
they stick by you through all the seasons,
even if you lose all your leaves.

An ocean of love,
buried alive.

The heartache is proof
that what you felt was real.

The happiest moments
cannot last forever.
Perhaps that’s what makes them
so beautiful.

The lingering scent of flowers,
my sweet memories of summer.

—Icarus

By the grace they bestowed, my heart was destined to fall in love…

And we could only watch as our heart slipped away from our hands.

How is it possible for the heart to burn without a prayer escaping the lips?

When a spark falls, even stones begin to cry out.🥀💔

The one I could never have is the one I call unfaithful… what a strange thing love is. 😔💔

The one who walked away, leaving me behind, is still the one who lives beside me in my heart. 🥺🥀

there’s a certain feeling of unfamiliarity
that comes with changing form and growth.
what was once a means of comfort and reliance,
now becomes part of the past.

when the petals start withering away,
mourning and grief become part of the process.
for each single one was once meaningful,
and took time and effort to bloom.

these petals carry grace as they fall,
with the roots still grounded, seeking new bloom.
the soil continues to carry the memories,
the seed waits with patience and faith.

the flower starts flourishing resiliently,
with stronger petals and a sweeter fragrance.
the fading petals were necessary for the journey,
a transition to new identity and freedom.

The heart is but a heart, how can you question its ways? 🤷🏻

When it falls in love, what can one do but surrender to its gaze? 😌

A silent prayer
Sent in the night
No agony behind it
Just a tired heart
It takes a lot to be alive
To think, to feel
To judge oneself
And make room for others
It’s as if this world can’t withstand
Both my emotions and others
Either yours or mine
So I’ll step aside
As I always do
Cowardliness, you may decide
At least you get your way
While I hide away
Behind the shadows
To each their own device