You know I act like I’m fine
when other girls speak to you—
like it doesn’t touch me,
like I don’t notice.
I keep it calm,
shrug it off,
play it cool
like it’s nothing.
But inside…
it’s loud.
A quiet kind of breaking,
a tight feeling in my chest
I pretend isn’t there.
Because I get jealous—
not loud, not crazy,
just this soft fear
that maybe
I could lose you.
And I hate that feeling,
hate how much you matter,
how one small thing
can shake me like this.
So I smile,
look away,
act like I’m unbothered.
But the truth is—
I’m not.
It’s just…
I love you
in a way that makes me
feel like I have everything
and something to lose
at the same time.
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Zelda Vanrooyen (
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Comments5
A poem of young love and its hold on one. Well done
Thank youu..
Appreciate your comments.
You are very welcome Zelda
Love, should come with a health warning.
For reall.
I could relate to this feel abd scene only in the 1st few yrs of marriage. Now he's the one who feels exactly the same as above .
An engaging superb poem wrll expressed! Kudos!
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Aww im happy you could reasonate..
Will be checking and reading your comments and poems.🤗
So well said. That tension and disconnect between outward appearance and inward emotion takes your breath away!
Thank you soo much..
All your comments keep me inspired
Hidden pain, being brought out. The emotion is real
Yess.real as it can be
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