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In stillness, patient, blindsided, confused,  

Helplessly defeated, I remained amused.  

Silent, wholehearted, with myself to blame,  

Held her high, cherished, close to our name.  

We learned to care, nourish, from the start,  

Feeding it water, the heart’s vital part.  

Taught this cycle, fueled by rage and pain,  

Burning ourselves, life’s scores in vain.  

But why? What’s left to prove I survived?  

These hands give Grace my hope, my faith revived.  

She’s taken away, yet I rise anew,  

From ash, I emerge, with a heart so true.  

They say burn to rise, pain must purge,  

Ruin must baptize, from ash, emerge.  

But why? What’s left to prove I survived?  

After she dismissed my heart’s true drive.  

Affliction bred wisdom, once, not twice,  

Earned that fire, now I refrain from the vice.  

These scars, not shameful, wounds that set apart,  

Fell but rebuilt, with trembling hands, not art.  

No blaze, no smoke, no show,  

Just me, bent but not broken, gathering what remained,  

Stitching it into something breathing, sustained.  

These hands I will, these hands can heal,  

Pick up the pieces, dust off sorrow,  

Behold again, not who I was, but who I kept alive,  

Without burning it all, still, I rise,  

With love of wisdom, I receive,  

A new dawn, a new life, I believe.I’ve been patient, in the stillness,  

blindsided, confused, helplessly defeated.  

I remained silent, wholehearted,  

with myself to blame.  

I held her high,  

a piece of something we cherished,  

close to our soul.  

We learned to care and nourish,  

feeding it water from the start,  

the heart’s most vital part.  

We were taught this cycle,  

fueled by rage, pain, and strife,  

burning ourselves to ash,  

scorching our scores in life,  

disintegrating into the night.  

But why?  

What’s left of me just to prove I survived?  

These hands give Grace my hope and my faith.  

She’s taken away.  

They say you must burn to rise,  

that pain must purge,  

that ruin must baptize,  

and from ash, you must emerge.  

But why?  

What’s left of me just to prove I survived?  

After she dismissed my heart’s true desire.  

Just a pawn to her eyes.  

Affliction bred wisdom once, not twice.  

We earned that fire,  

and now I choose to refrain from the burning desire.  

These scars, they’re not shameful,  

these wounds that set us apart.  

I fell but chose to rebuild,  

with trembling hands, not divine art.  

No blaze, no smoke, no show,  

Just me, bent but not broken,  

gathering what remained,  

stitching it into something breathing.  

These hands I will,  

these hands can heal.  

I’d rather pick up the pieces,  

dust off the sorrow,  

and behold again,  

not who I was,  

but who I kept alive,  

without burning it all.  

Still, I rise on my feet,  

with the love of wisdom I receive.

Hey

To the one who knew my heart, who saw how wide I kept my door open, this is for you. I loved you. I loved you in a way that made no sense to logic. I gave you my patience, my time, my trust, my home, and parts of myself I didn’t even know were still wounded. I tried to be your safe place even when I was breaking on the inside. I made excuses for you, convinced myself that your silence wasn’t a choice, that your detachment wasn’t indifference.

But now I see it clearly. I was waiting for a version of you that never showed up.

Still, I don’t hate you. I don’t wish you harm. I don’t want revenge, and I no longer crave the apology you never gave. What I want for you is the same thing I’m starting to fight for in myself: 

Healing. Growth. Freedom. Grace.

I don’t know what you’ve gone through behind closed doors. I don’t pretend to understand your private battles. But I believe in a higher power that sees the full picture, and nothing escapes that judgment. Not your suffering. Not mine. Not the damage. Not the intentions. Last I would like to thank you for letting me in huevy P's Life. I felt a true friendship and connection that I haven’t felt in a long time he was alway there by my side when you my friends and family neglected me and for that I forever honor and cherish what I had with you. this hurts the most because I found hope and relief  just spending time with him. I’ll truly miss my one true friend  I just wish I can at least say farewell with him. But I must move on for my self I know he wants me to be happy and find my self to live my life. i will miss my best friend.  

So now I release you.

From guilt. From blame. From the role you once had in my life.

And I forgive myself too, for staying too long, for giving too much, for confusing loyalty with self, sacrifice.

I hope one day you find love that doesn’t require running. I hope you find a peace that doesn’t rely on silence. I hope you find someone who sees you fully and loves you anyway. Just like I tried to.

This isn’t about winning. This is about walking away with my soul intact.

May your next chapter bring light to the parts of you that felt safest in the dark. And if you ever wondered, I did love you. I just finally chose to love myself more.

From The lost boy that once saw a light in you, and now a Soul Learning to Let go. 

Nine years,

and as those words dropped, I drew the air in deep.

On the exhale, the ache began to seep.

A sudden light, a fracture in the seeing,

her whisper cut with a strange, fierce freeing,

but I could not divide

the wound from the raw truth she let reside.

Alleviate,  that syllable split me wide awake.

Now I stand with arms unlatched.

I took you whole,

I pray you grasp what that stakes.

We were caught beneath a shadow’s weight,

a love that was a ghost before it learned to breathe.

No matter the closeness,

no matter how we fought the frost,

it clings:

the twisted myths, the agony we wove and lost.

So tell me,

if our skins were traded,

would your courage hold, or stand evaded?

Could you meet the depth behind these eyes and stay,

or would the truth gray,

dissolving as our memories fray?

I slip back,

butterflies stitched in the denim of her stride.

I drowned inside her gaze and could not hide.

And in the drowning, the sign emerged, stark and unshaken:

she belonged to another.

How do I duel with nine years, unbroken?

My heart stood over the splinters,

over her quiet tears, the ones she never offered.

It was all catalogued there:

each laugh, each war, each fiction dressed as lore,

each painted lie.

No wonder,

your reflection always wore a disguise

I paid to believe.

I return to last February’s chill,

the cold that did not knock but seeped until

you came around while already walking out,

the mask you held so steady,

the tears falling heavier than any shout.

I knew your heart was a room splitting in two.

I prayed you’d find scaffolding before the breaking was through.

I held your hand and pulled you from the floor,

lifted your cup, poured until I had no more.

I never pushed for what your pulse did not confess.

I only moved when the silence said yes.

Yet still I caught it flickering behind your iris:

that old love, crouched like a virus,

it never truly died,

and I was the placebo.

You moved in tides of presence, then of lack,

silence strewn across my door like mourning cloth.

The world froze,

and I became the frost.

Then the shadow came to test my spine,

dreams shattered so quietly they left no sign.

You were drawn to the shine,

the gloss I never prized,

so I let it air out, let the false lights dim.

I gave you every chamber, every limb,

hoping one day you’d be my home, my hymn,

my world not built on borrowed hymn.

I turned my back one final turn,

and there she stood, a smile learning to burn.

One tear escaped the corner of her eye.

She gave me a hug,

I held it like a drowning man grips shore:

too long, too tight, too sore.

Then slowly,

I forced my arms to learn the art of letting go.

I was bleeding openly

from the blade she twisted in the afterglow,

too early, too deep, too slow.

Love drunk and blind,

at last the truth called from below:

Love itself is simply not enough.

To My Person

First and foremost, thank you, God,

For my beautiful life, my beautiful person,

The pain, the hurt, the lessons,

The tears that kept falling.

These are my confessions.

I’ve come to embrace the moments,

And let go of all the questions.

I’m only human, no different from the next,

I make mistakes, and though it’s never my intention,

I am aware that I can be cruel and brutal,

Leaving behind gaslighting and depression…

If you let me.

I only wanted to be heard,

To be acknowledged, to know

That I existed in your eyes.

I wished to know your beautiful mind,

To hear the words from your lips,

The sound so unique.

I am mesmerized by the actions you take,

The way you hold on to your beliefs.

It’s innocent, it’s sweet,

The way you protect yourself from trauma,

Just like me.

You believed that to live is to let go,

To dance to the rhythm quietly,

As we both heal and move our feet.

The moments we shared, I don’t own them.

They were borrowed, fleeting, and that’s fair.

But for only a moment, I could live in that forever,

Letting it repeat.

To be seen, to be touched,

To be heard, to be aligned with the divine

And respected.

I am sorry if I was too much.

I couldn’t help it.

Please forgive me.

But I would never miss my chance

To dance with you,

Even just for a moment.

To be seen, to be touched,

To be heard, to be aligned with the divine

And respected.

I am sorry if I was too much.

I couldn’t help it.

Please forgive me.

But I would never miss my chance

To dance with you,

Even just for a moment.

Moments we shared, I don’t own them.

They were borrowed, fleeting, and that’s fair.

But for only a moment, I could live in that forever,

Letting it repeat.

To be seen, to be touched,

To be heard, to be aligned with the divine

And respected.

I am sorry if I was too much.

I couldn’t help it.

Please forgive me.

But I would never miss my chance

To dance with you,

Even just for a moment.

I hope he brings you flowers one day,

Not for a reason, just to say,

He saw your beauty, something I

Stood too close to and walked away.

I hope he holds your hand in peace,

Lets your worries softly cease.

Not like me, who filled the space

With silence I refused to face.

I hope he sees your inner child,

Protects her dreams, keeps her wild.

I let her cry in quiet rooms,

Left her tangled in my own doubts' fumes.

I hope he cares with steady trust,

Not brittle, not afraid to adjust.

A partner strong to build and share,

I wanted that but broke mid air.

I hope he shows up, come what may,

Even when love's applause turns gray.

No reward, just love's pure act,

I loved you too, but lost the fact.

I hope he learns your soul's deep song,

Feels your emotions, right not wrong.

Not excess, just a heart unguarded.

I had it once. Then I departed.

I hope he holds your truth with care,

Honors the woman, bright and rare.

Sees your mind's flame, questions, wonder,

And never makes you feel like a burden to ponder.

I hope he cherishes your loyalty,

Your open heart, your honesty.

Without armor, you gave me yours,

I let it slip through closing doors.

I hope he grows with you, side by side,

Not ahead, not running to hide.

When life gets real, may he take your hand,

The way I stood there, but couldn't stand.

For I know, as God is near,

It would have made me so sincere,

The happiest man, with love so bright.

Maybe someday, in another life.

Love, unconditional. I guess love is blind. I once met a girl with a wandering mind. She’d never known love without a disguise, no strings attached, no hidden lies.

After meeting her, I saw it plain. She struggled with love like a foreign refrain. A resonance unknown, a song not yet heard, A melody of tenderness without a single word.

I realized then she was humbled by fear, Unfamiliar with love that draws near. But I come from a place where love flows free, A vibration that resonates endlessly.

So I loved her with a gentle grace, Hoping the resonance would find its place. Even if it cost me my heart’s own ache, I had to love her, for both our sakes. in the end, after the ache and pain, where heartbreak became my friend, is it worth the sacrifice for someone, who had never truly known how to hold such gentle heart in their own hands.