u/Affectionate_End_403

Separated our paths which wont ever collide again without universe’s will
Maybe this is the acceptance i got at the name of closure
The closure you never gave
Still, the moon felt pretty behind the clouds
And somehow, even hidden things still know how to shine.
Maybe I was just learning to glow without you watching.
Maybe losing you was the night that taught me I was never made to burn for someone else’s sky.
So I became my own constellation, unnamed but finally free.
And for the first time, the darkness around me felt less like loneliness and more like space to exist.
Room enough to breathe, to stretch, to remember what my own light tastes like.
Like a star returning to itself after spending too long orbiting someone who never noticed it was fading.
Some gravitational pulls are just beautiful ways of getting lost.
And some endings are galaxies collapsing quietly so something new can finally be born.
Perhaps I was never falling apart — just folding inward before the bloom.
Like a dying star becoming the very thing that teaches the dark how to glitter.
Even supernovas are just stars choosing themselves over silence.
And somewhere beyond all that ruin, I finally heard my own soul speak softly enough to stay.

I became a ghost in my own life, haunting the person I used to be.
Wandering halls where laughter no longer echoed back to me.
And every memory wore your face like a wound that refused to fade.

I kept the lights off, afraid the dark knew more than I did.
And the mirrors stayed silent, as if even my reflection had given up on recognizing me.

So I learned to grieve the living,
the hardest death is one that breathes your name.

I buried us in sleepless nights,
but every dawn unearthed your ghost again.

Until I understood,
some graves are doors,
and some hauntings are just love with nowhere left to go.

And somewhere beneath the ruins of missing you,
I heard my own heart speak for the first time in years.

So I stopped haunting the past,
and learned to be a ghost no more.

Not healed,
not whole,
but finally,
terribly,
alive.

I would write poems bout you,
Like storms that carve the ocean blue.
I ask for only honesty,
No twisted words, no sympathy,
And I’ll protect your shadow too.
I want a peace that barely stays,
Like dawn before the world awakes.
The only comfort left I know
Is writing you until you go,
Like smoke escaping from a blaze.
It makes me wonder every day,
Am I a river losing way?
Or some shipwreck beneath calm seas,
Holding hurricanes with ease,
Slowly sinking where you lay.
I hide my feelings like the tide,
All the darkness trapped inside.
And if they somehow reached your hands,
You’d read them like forgotten lands,
Then let the meaning drift aside.
You kill me softly every night,
Like candles choking on their light.
I’m the sunflower, you’re the sun,
Close enough to come undone,
Too near the flame to survive.
You light the road beneath my feet,
Then drown the ashes when we meet.
Come and break what still remains,
I would wear your touch like chains,
If losing me meant keeping you.
Being near you feels unreal,
Like wounds pretending they can heal.
I don’t wanna leave this place,
Don’t wanna lose the warmth I chase,
Even if it isn’t real.
I’ll reach you softly, like unsent letters,
Then fade like sunsets knowing better.
You’ll search the city late at night,
For something almost out of sight,
And never know I once was there.
I hide my demons like old scars,
Buried somewhere past the stars.
Still one smile from you can break
Every wall I tried to make,
And outshine all my darker parts.
Your voice replays like favorite songs,
Like somewhere broken still belongs.
Your arms feel safer than my home,
A universe beneath your bones,
A place my lonely heart still wants.
Why light this candle just to leave?
Why make me stay just to grieve?
Are you somewhere in these lines,
Between the ruins of my mind,
The air I still cannot breathe?
I’m always late, you’re always gone,
Two fading shadows before dawn.
I don’t know me, don’t like me too,
But every road still leads to you,
Like broken clocks still moving on.
I run from you like smoke from flame,
One touch and I return the same.
Back like tides against the shore,
Unlocking every hidden door,
Only to drown in you again.
My wardrobe keeps your ghost alive,
Your scent still somewhere deep inside.
You rooted through my shattered walls,
Like ivy through abandoned halls,
And taught the ruins how to survive.
I almost said it once out loud,
Like lightning tearing through the clouds.
But silence wrapped around my throat,
And every word I meant just broke,
Before your name could leave my mouth.
But I’m learning how to live with pain,
Like flowers learning rain’s embrace.
Still standing after every storm,
Still reaching for your fading warmth,
Still writing your name again.