Maybe I was never asking for too much just asking the wrong person to hear me.

Job Welime

I learned to tiptoe around your silence, measuring every word like it was glass,
afraid one wrong syllable, would push you farther than you already were.

I softened my voice,shrunk my needs,folded my feelings into smaller and smaller shapes
until they could fit into the spaces you left.

I became fluent in pauses, in unread messages,
in the way “later” quietly meant “never.”

I told myself patience was love, that understanding meant endurance,
that if I stayed gentle enough, you might finally stay too.

But loving someone,shouldn’t feel like walking on emotional landmines,
shouldn’t require silence as proof of loyalty.

So I stopped tiptoeing,Not out of anger
But out of exhaustion.

Because love should let you speak freely, breathe fully,
stand firmly, not disappear just to be kept.

And if my voice was too much for your quiet,
then maybe I was never asking for too much
just asking the wrong person to hear me.

  • Author: Job Welime (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 29th, 2026 05:38
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 12
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  • sorenbarrett

    A very insightful message to this poem. We assume that any person can and will hear us and if they don't it is their problem. Not so it might be the wrong person. Well written

  • Friendship

    This poem is exceptionally well-written. You are not isolated in your emotions. The world has undergone a significant transformation, with individuals becoming increasingly self-centered, and those you trust may exploit your vulnerabilities. Remain resilient, have faith in your inner voice, and rely solely on yourself. I have learned this through personal experience, and I offer you this advice, dear friend.

    • Job Welime

      Thank you for your kind words and for sharing this perspective. It means a lot to know the piece resonated with you. You’re right, life has a way of teaching us hard lessons about trust and resilience. Still, I believe that even with caution, keeping a gentle faith in oneself and in the possibility of genuine connection is what keeps us human. I truly appreciate your time spent reading this piece, cheers my friend.

      • Friendship

        You're so welcome, my friend.



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