There’s a silence I wear like a second skin,
a battle I lose though I never give in.
She sleeps beside me, close but far,
and love feels like a dying star.
I laugh on cue, I play the part,
but I’ve gone missing from my heart.
I gave her all, but still feel small—
a shadow pressed against the wall.
She says she loves me, then looks away,
and I pretend it’s enough to stay.
I ask for touch, I beg for time,
but begging turns affection grime.
And then one day, she showed her face—
a stranger glowing through the haze.
Not her, but someone just as bright,
who made my soul sit up at night.
She doesn’t know me, doesn’t need to—
but something in me said, “She sees you.”
Not in words, not in intent—
but in the way my spirit bent.
I’m not in love, not yet, not quite—
but she reminded me of light.
Of poems, warmth, a world more kind—
the kind I thought I’d left behind.
And now I stand between two doors:
the love that drains, the life that soars.
I don’t yet move. I don’t yet choose.
But every day, I feel I lose.
So here I write, not to betray—
but just to find a safer way
to say, I’m tired. I need to be
with someone who still reaches for me.