There are love stories that never bloom—only bruise. This collection is for them. Ossa Mea Amavi is a gathering of poems written from the quiet spaces between longing and silence. It speaks from the heart that stayed too long, asked too gently, and learned too late that love should not feel like negotiation. These pieces are not about heartbreak in the dramatic sense—they’re about the slower ache. The kind that comes from being met with indifference when all you offered was care. From being touched like a chore. From prayers answered halfway.
These poems carry the weight of love that was real, but lonely. Of hands that reached and kept reaching, even when they were never held back. This is not a bitter collection—it is simply honest. Because sometimes love is not cruel, just careless. And sometimes, the deepest wounds are the ones no one else sees.
Here lies the kind of love that never got its ending—just its echo. Love, after all, does not always arrive gently. And sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is let go… even if your bones still remember how it felt to be wanted.
