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I don’t hate you.
I don’t love you any less on purpose.
I think I’m just getting tired
of reaching for a hand
that doesn’t reach back the same.
There was a time
I’d flirt and you’d meet me halfway,
a little joke, a little tension,
something hiding underneath our words
that neither of us had to explain.
Now I flirt,
you laugh,
then silence.
A different subject.
A different moment.
And I pretend I didn’t notice
how different that feels.
So maybe I’m disconnecting.
Not because I woke up
and decided you weren’t worth caring about,
but because every time I reach for that spark
and find nothing there,
a little piece of me stops reaching.
And you noticed.
You asked if I was okay.
I said I was.
And I wasn’t lying.
Because I’m not angry.
I’m not brokenhearted.
I’m not trying to punish you.
I’m just learning
that sometimes letting go
doesn’t feel like losing someone.
Sometimes it feels like
slowly realizing
you’re the only one
still holding on.
So I’ll stop chasing the old us.
I’ll laugh with you.
Talk with you.
Be there when it feels right.
But that part of me
that kept looking at you
hoping you’d look back the same?
I’m going to let him rest.
And if one day
you reach for me again,
maybe I’ll still be there.
Maybe I won’t.
For once,
I’m okay not knowing.

I don’t hate you.
I don’t love you any less on purpose.
I think I’m just getting tired
of reaching for a hand
that doesn’t reach back the same.
There was a time
I’d flirt and you’d meet me halfway,
a little joke, a little tension,
something hiding underneath our words
that neither of us had to explain.
Now I flirt,
you laugh,
then silence.
A different subject.
A different moment.
And I pretend I didn’t notice
how different that feels.
So maybe I’m disconnecting.
Not because I woke up
and decided you weren’t worth caring about,
but because every time I reach for that spark
and find nothing there,
a little piece of me stops reaching.
And you noticed.
You asked if I was okay.
I said I was.
And I wasn’t lying.
Because I’m not angry.
I’m not brokenhearted.
I’m not trying to punish you.
I’m just learning
that sometimes letting go
doesn’t feel like losing someone.
Sometimes it feels like
slowly realizing
you’re the only one
still holding on.
So I’ll stop chasing the old us.
I’ll laugh with you.
Talk with you.
Be there when it feels right.
But that part of me
that kept looking at you
hoping you’d look back the same?
I’m going to let him rest.
And if one day
you reach for me again,
maybe I’ll still be there.
Maybe I won’t.
For once,
I’m okay not knowing.

It wasn’t a fight that took you from me,
No angry words, no final goodbye.
Just seven days that changed everything,
And a silence neither of us knew how to survive.

I was fighting battles you couldn’t see,
Trying to stay above the waves,
While my world was falling apart around me
And I was just trying to make it through the day.

Then I disappeared.

Not because I wanted to leave,
Not because my feelings had changed,
But because life had dragged me somewhere dark
And I didn’t know how to explain.

While I was locked away trying to heal,
You thought I’d walked away from you.
You thought I abandoned what we had,

When the truth was…

I was trying not to lose myself too.

Two weeks.

That’s all we got.

Two weeks before fate decided
We’d become a story of “what if.”

What if I could’ve called?

What if you had known the truth?

What if life had given us one more chance
Before it pulled us in different directions?

Seven years have passed since then.

I’ve changed. You’ve changed.
We’ve both lived entire lives between now and then.

But some feelings don’t measure time.

Because it was never about the two weeks.

It was about the future I saw when I looked at you.

The future that disappeared before it ever had the chance to begin.

And maybe that’s why a part of me still holds on.

Not to who we were.

But to who we could have been.

Because after all these years,
through every memory and every mistake,

I’ve met a lot of people…

But I’ve never stopped wondering
what would’ve happened

if I never lost Diana
for that one week.

( I just finished writing this today and want to send it to her cause we just reconnected a few days ago)( should I send it or just go with the flow)

I loved you
With the kind of trust
That never thought twice,
The kind that built a home
Out of promises and late-night conversations.

So when you left,
It wasn't just my heart that broke—
It was the future I saw,
The memories we hadn't made,
The version of me that believed
You would stay.

At first, I denied it.

I reread old messages,
Replayed old moments,
Convinced myself there had to be
Some explanation
That didn't hurt this much.

Then came the anger.

Not because you left,
But because you looked me in the eyes
And made me believe
I was safe with you.

I hated the lies.
I hated the silence.
I hated how easily
You became a stranger.

Then came bargaining.

I told myself if I changed,
If I was better,
If I loved harder,
Maybe you'd come back.

But healing taught me
A painful truth:

You can't earn loyalty
From someone who already chose betrayal.

Then came the sadness.

The kind that lingers.
The kind that follows you home.
The kind that makes you miss
Someone who hurt you
Because before they hurt you,
They were your favorite person.

And that was the hardest part…
Accepting that both versions of you existed.

The one who loved me.

And the one who broke me.

Eventually,
Acceptance arrived quietly.

Not with closure.
Not with an apology.
Not with justice.

Just a realization.

I survived.

The nights I thought would destroy me.
The memories that haunted me.
The betrayal that changed me.

I survived it all.

And somewhere along the way,
I stopped wondering why you hurt me
And started asking why I ever believed
I deserved it.

The answer was simple:

I didn't.

Your betrayal was your choice.
My healing became mine.

Now when I think of you,
I don't wish you back.
I don't wish you pain.

I just wish myself peace.

Because heartbreak may have shattered me,
But it also taught me something valuable:

The people who leave
Are not the end of the story.

Sometimes they're just the chapter
That teaches you
How strong you really are.

(Been working on this poem for a while please let me know in the comments what you think)

Across the quiet miles between
Your whispered voice and where I stand,
There lies no grave of love unseen….
But distance drawn by fate’s cold hand.

The night grows long; the hours creep,
They stretch like shadows on the wall,
And in that solemn, silvered sleep
I hear your memory softly call.

Not ghost nor wraith nor fading dream….
But something warm and fiercely bright,
A steady pulse beneath the seam
Of lonely, unrelenting night.

How strange, that through a fragile wire,
Through trembling signal, light, and air,
You stir in me a living fire
As though your breath were truly there.

My chamber darkens; candles sigh,
The moon regards me pale and still…
Yet one soft message from your side
Can bend the stubborn weight of will.

O cruel expanse of measured land,
That keeps your touch from finding mine—
Know this: you cannot long withstand
A bond that deepens over time.

For though oceans mock and highways part,
And midnight stretches cold and wide,
You linger nearer than my heart…
You dwell, relentless, just inside.

And should these miles grow bold with doubt,
Or whisper that we are too far
I’d cross the dark, I’d seek you out,
As sailors chase their guiding star.

Until the day those miles must fall,
And space itself resigns its claim
I carry you through it all,
A quiet echo of your name.

( I made this poem for a Girl I was dating last year I was in the military and met his girl from Cali)

Once beneath a waning lantern, long past midnight’s weary breath,
While the wind rehearsed its warnings at the rusted gate of death,
I sat alone with thoughts unspoken, shadows stitched against the wall,
Listening to silence splinter in the darkened study hall.

Ashes whispered in the hearthstone, cold and gray as fallen years,
And memory, that cruel conjurer, summoned shapes from salted tears.
Every ember seemed an omen, every flicker seemed a sign
Of something lost yet lingering just beyond this world of mine.

Then…. a tapping. Soft, uncertain.
As of knuckles wrapped in bone.
Not the timid scratch of branches,
Not the settling of stone.

But a patient, measured rapping
At my ancient oaken door,
As if fate itself stood waiting,
Breathing softly at my floor.

“Who intrudes upon my vigil?”
Thus I muttered to the night.
“Is it grief returned to claim me?
Is it madness clothed in white?”

Slow I rose, my pulse a metronome of dread within my chest,
Each step heavy with foreboding toward that uninvited guest.
And I opened wide the threshold,
Darkness answered. Nothing more.
Only endless corridors of wind
Across a hollow shore.

Yet behind me,
Swift as sorrow,
Came that tapping once again.
Not before me, but within me,
Like a memory in pain.

From the corner near the bookcase
Where the lamplight thinned to thread,
Something gathered shape from shadow,
Something neither living nor dead.

Tall it stood, yet thin as famine,
Draped in dusk from head to heel,
Eyes like distant dying star-fires
Cold with unrelenting zeal.

“Why,” I whispered, “have you found me?
What remains you wish to take?”

Then it spoke in voice of gravel,
Soft as earth upon a wake:

“Evermore.”

Not a threat nor proclamation,
Not a curse nor battle cry,
But a verdict without malice,
Like the closing of an eye.

“Evermore the things you cherished,
Evermore the warmth you knew,
Evermore the tender laughter
Time has stolen back from you.”

I protested, fierce and broken,
Railed against the creeping chill,
Spoke of hope and dawn and healing,
Spoke of strength of human will.

Still it answered, calm, unshaken,
As the lantern guttered sore:

“Evermore.”

Then I saw….. the hollow figure
Was no phantom from the grave,
But the echo of my fearing,
All the doubts I never braved.

It had fed upon my silence,
Grown from grief I would not name,
Worn the mask of fate and omen
Yet was born of inward flame.

So I faced it,
Steady breathing,
Let the terror take its form.
Named the losses. Named the longing.
Stood unshielded in the storm.

And the taller that I faced it,
And the truer that I swore
To outlive the word it offered,

Faint it murmured
“Ever…”

No more.

Now when midnight knocks in warning
At the chambers of my mind,
I do not bar the door in panic
Nor pretend that I am blind.

For the hollow guest grows smaller
When acknowledged in the light,
And the silence holds no tyrant
When we dare to name our fright.

You didn’t break my heart.

You forged it.

Do you remember the night I found out?
The way the air shifted,
like something holy had just been set on fire?

That was the last night I was human about you.

I used to love you like a religion.
Faithful. Devoted.
Praying you’d never betray me.

Funny thing about gods,
they fall the hardest.

You stood there shaking,
trying to explain the unexplainable,
calling it a mistake.

But I saw it in your eyes.

It wasn’t guilt.
It was fear.

Not fear of losing me,
fear of losing control.

You liked having me loyal.
You liked knowing I’d choose you
even when you didn’t deserve it.

You fed on that.

And I let you.

That’s the part I hate.

I handed you my softness
like a loaded weapon
and acted surprised when you pulled the trigger.

But something happened when I saw the truth.

Something cold.

The tears stopped too fast.
The shaking faded too clean.
And in its place?

Silence.

The dangerous kind.

You thought I’d scream.
Beg.
Break.

No.

I evolved.

I started seeing you clearly,
not as the love of my life,
but as a lesson written in blood.

You weren’t powerful.
You were predictable.

You wanted attention.
Validation.
The thrill of being wanted.

You mistook temptation for importance.

And you lost something rare
for something easy.

That’s who you are.

And now?

Now I don’t rage.
I don’t cry.
I don’t chase.

I build.

I sharpen.

I become untouchable.

You created the version of me
that doesn’t love blindly.

The version that watches.
Calculates.
Moves in silence.

You don’t get access to me anymore.
Not my warmth.
Not my loyalty.
Not my forgiveness.

You don’t get the man
who would’ve burned the world for you.

You get the one
who learned how to survive it.

And one day,
when you see me thriving,
colder, stronger, unreachable,

you’ll realize something terrifying:

You didn’t destroy me.

You introduced me
to who I really am.

And I don’t lose twice.

( I made this a long time ago I was filled with Hatred and spite) ( Let me know what you think of this)

It was not the silence that broke me….
It was the echo of your voice
Still living in the walls.

Your name lingers
Like smoke after a fire
That burned too hot,
Too close,
Too careless.

I trace the ghost of your fingertips
Across my chest at 3 a.m.,
Where sleep once found me gently…
Now it avoids me
As if grief were contagious.

You said forever
Like it was a word that meant something.
Like it could survive
The storm in your chest
Or the doubt in mine.

But forever cracked….
Soft at first,
A fracture beneath laughter,
A tremor beneath kisses
That tasted faintly of goodbye.

I keep replaying
The last time you looked at me…
Not with love…
But with distance.

As if I were already
A memory.

How cruel it is
To still love someone
Who has already buried you
In their tomorrow.

My heart beats…
Yes…
But it sounds hollow now.
Like knocking on a door
That will never open.

I would have fought for you.
I would have bled poetry
From my veins
If it meant you stayed.

But love cannot survive
On one heartbeat alone.

So here I am….
Alive,
But rearranged.

A cathedral of ribs
Holding nothing
But the echo
You left behind.

When you reach these characters I highly Recommend you do missions for them and level up their characters stats cause later in the game they become unbearable to play as cause they are so weak. After 6 Days I finally got Damiane to kliffs level