I made a promise, not just words in passing,
but something stitched into the softest part of me.
Even now, though the silence stands tall like stone,
I still speak in ways that don’t need sound.
You walled me out, and I don’t blame you.
We all build when we’re hurting.
But I’ve stood quietly at the edge,
not to break through,
but to remind you,
I never walked away.
This care I carry, it's not a trick of the moment,
not a flame that flared and died.
It's the thing that cracked me open,
showed me how to feel again.
Before you, I only knew happy or quiet.
Now I know the ache of love
that asks for nothing,
but still stays.
I could shut it down, turn myself cold again,
but I won't.
Even if it hurts,
I won’t trade the light I found for a numb kind of peace.
So if you ever look back,
know this,
I didn’t stop caring.
I just stepped back
so you could breathe.
And I remained
right here,
heart full,
arms open,
still loving you
in the gentlest way I can.
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Author:
Necky (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments3
great read
thank you for reading 💓💓
you are most welcome
A poem of love that recognizes that space is needed and that too much wood on the fire smothers the flame. Very nice
thank you for reading, i think I undestood it quite late, may be not too late, i dont know anymore 💓💓💓
You have a way of getting under my skin as it were, while letting me feel the exquisite pain of unrequited love and affection until I want to comfort you instinctively, though you're not asking. Very beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a winsome poignancy. Thank you very much for sharing.
Hi, I really appreciate the time you took to read it and feel it, it means a lot. Thank you for sharing how you felt 💓💓💓
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