u/TheCabbageHeart

Time stopped in an instant, the whole day standing still. Was it truly you I saw, or memory bent to will?

I pictured you smiling — or maybe it was hope, a stranger with your features my lonely eyes could cloak.

My chest stirred with a flutter, my thoughts unraveled free. Could it be the girl who still holds my heart in secrecy?

Probably not. Coincidences pass each day. It wasn’t you — even if I wished that way.

You’ve gone beyond us now, into a life anew. Still, the image brought me comfort, if only for a moment or two.

Because before love faded, before everything fell apart, we were friends first — heart to heart.

And maybe that’s the hardest part: not the dreams we couldn’t mend, but losing the quiet comfort of calling you my friend.

The Hardest Part

Time stopped in an instant, the whole day standing still. Was it truly you I saw, or memory bent to will?

I pictured you smiling — or maybe it was hope, a stranger with your features my lonely eyes could cloak.

My chest stirred with a flutter, my thoughts unraveled free. Could it be the girl who still holds my heart in secrecy?

Probably not. Coincidences pass each day. It wasn’t you — even if I wished that way.

You’ve gone beyond us now, into a life anew. Still, the image brought me comfort, if only for a moment or two.

Because before love faded, before everything fell apart, we were friends first — heart to heart.

And maybe that’s the hardest part: not the dreams we couldn’t mend, but losing the quiet comfort of calling you my friend.

-can we still be friends?-

Time stopped in an instant, the whole day standing still. Was it truly you I saw, or memory bent to will?

I pictured you smiling — or maybe it was hope, a stranger with your features my lonely eyes could cloak.

My chest stirred with a flutter, my thoughts unraveled free. Could it be the girl who still holds my heart in secrecy?

Probably not. Coincidences pass each day. It wasn’t you — even if I wished that way.

You’ve gone beyond us now, into a life anew. Still, the image brought me comfort, if only for a moment or two.

Because before love faded, before everything fell apart, we were friends first — heart to heart.

And maybe that’s the hardest part: not the dreams we couldn’t mend, but losing the quiet comfort of calling you my friend.

Time stopped in an instant, the whole day standing still. Was it truly you I saw, or memory bent to will?

I pictured you smiling — or maybe it was hope, a stranger with your features my lonely eyes could cloak.

My chest stirred with a flutter, my thoughts unraveled free. Could it be the girl who still holds my heart in secrecy?

Probably not. Coincidences pass each day. It wasn’t you — even if I wished that way.

You’ve gone beyond us now, into a life anew. Still, the image brought me comfort, if only for a moment or two.

Because before love faded, before everything fell apart, we were friends first — heart to heart.

And maybe that’s the hardest part: not the dreams we couldn’t mend,but losing the quiet comfort of calling you my friend.

Time stopped in an instant, the whole day standing still. Was it truly you I saw, or memory bent to will?

I pictured you smiling — or maybe it was hope, a stranger with your features my lonely eyes could cloak.

My chest stirred with a flutter, my thoughts unraveled free. Could it be the girl who still holds my heart in secrecy?

Probably not. Coincidences pass each day. It wasn’t you — even if I wished that way.

You’ve gone beyond us now, into a life anew. Still, the image brought me comfort, if only for a moment or two.

Because before love faded, before everything fell apart, we were friends first — heart to heart.

And maybe that’s the hardest part: not the dreams we couldn’t mend, but losing the quiet comfort of calling you my friend.

I opened a door once sealed by dread, Hoping the past would not break its thread. There you stood—ghosts do not fade, Silent as shadows where light once played.

Memories unfurl like the wings of night, Flickering bright, then sinking from sight. The weight of your absence, thick as the dark, Carves quiet scars, a permanent mark.

Where roses once bloomed, now only thorns sigh, Your name whispers low, a forgotten cry. No bloom remains in the soil where you lay, Yet the echo of you clouds every day.

Though you’ve gone, you linger still—A lost melody, forever to fill The hollowed place inside my chest, Where love and grief will always rest.

I carry the weight of this quiet grief, A love undone, yet still, I breathe. And as the seasons shift and weep, I turn a new leaf—into the deep.

I opened a door once sealed by dread, Hoping the past would not break its thread. There you stood—ghosts do not fade, Silent as shadows where light once played.

Memories unfurl like the wings of night, Flickering bright, then sinking from sight. The weight of your absence, thick as the dark, Carves quiet scars, a permanent mark.

Where roses once bloomed, now only thorns sigh, Your name whispers low, a forgotten cry. No bloom remains in the soil where you lay, Yet the echo of you clouds every day.

Though you’ve gone, you linger still— A lost melody, forever to fill The hollowed place inside my chest, Where love and grief will always rest.

I carry the weight of this quiet grief, A love undone, yet still, I breathe. And as the seasons shift and weep, I turn a new leaf—into the deep.

A gambler’s game with loaded dice, A velvet trap dressed up as vice.

I bought your tells, I paid the fee, Mistook your bluff for honesty.

You dealt in silence, cold and clean, Stacked every round behind the scene.

I called your hand, but far too late— The house had fixed the turn of fate.

Your cards fell soft, but cut like truth: No love, just hunger dressed as proof.

You kept me close to fill your stack, A borrowed heart you won’t give back.

I folded slow, with nothing left, A table cleared, a quiet theft.

But somewhere past the smoke and din, I feel a pulse beneath my skin.

Not luck, not chance, not borrowed art— A different game… a guarded heart.

So let the house keep what it’s won, I’ll set the odds to favour one.

A gambler’s game with loaded dice, A velvet trap dressed up as vice.

I bought your tells, I paid the fee, Mistook your bluff for honesty.

You dealt in silence, cold and clean, Stacked every round behind the scene.

I called your hand, but far too late— The house had fixed the turn of fate.

Your cards fell soft, but cut like truth: No love, just hunger dressed as proof.

You kept me close to fill your stack, A borrowed heart you won’t give back.

I folded slow, with nothing left, A table cleared, a quiet theft.

But somewhere past the smoke and din, I feel a pulse beneath my skin.

Not luck, not chance, not borrowed art— A different game… a guarded heart.

So let the house keep what it’s won, I’ll set the odds to favour one.

A gambler’s game with loaded dice, A velvet trap dressed up as vice.

I bought your tells, I paid the fee, Mistook your bluff for honesty.

You dealt in silence, cold and clean, Stacked every round behind the scene.

I called your hand, but far too late— The house had fixed the turn of fate.

Your cards fell soft, but cut like truth: No love, just hunger dressed as proof.

You kept me close to fill your stack, A borrowed heart you won’t give back.

I folded slow, with nothing left, A table cleared, a quiet theft.

But somewhere past the smoke and din, I feel a pulse beneath my skin.

Not luck, not chance, not borrowed art— A different game… a guarded heart.

So let the house keep what it’s won, I’ll set the odds to favour one.