I like you, I didn’t plan it at all. I wish to get over this feeling but whenever I tried to move on, the feeling towards you grows even stronger.
Your smile that set my heart to race,
somehow, it was everything.
And before I realize it
I was falling.
But this isn’t what I should feel, is it?
I never asked for my heart to beat
when my eyes caught your glance
or for your shadow to dance in my thoughts,
in the melody of a song,
when the world sleeps, but my heart does not.
Now that I’ve fallen,
I stand on the edge of silence,
lost.
I long to speak,
to trace the words like a fragile thread
across the spaces between us—
how I remember every little things about you,
how your presence is my safe place,
how I wish you could see me
The way I see you,
how I wish I had the courage
to bridge the distance,
to step closer instead of pulling away.
But what if you do not feel this?
What if my confession crumbles everything—
What if you dont see me the way I see you
or tell me I’ve never existed in your world that way?
What if you simply turn away?
So with fear,
I wear my silence like a mask,
smiling when you speak,
pretending my heart does not beat like thunder.
I bury my feelings beneath a sea of what-ifs,
of might-have-beens,
convincing myself this is enough—
that to have you here,
even in the quiet folds of friendship,
is worth the ache of what can never be.
But still in every night the echo lingers,
when the world is hushed and my thoughts scream,
I wonder—
what if I had spoken?
What if, for once,
I listen to what my heart desires
But in the end,
I silence it again.
I settle to what ever we have right now,
I cower in fear of what ifs that could ruin everything.
Maybe its just a me confession, haunted by my own fear.
Love that was only made to keep,
Silence that echoes too loud,
A story to be told but never spoken, just a companion, but never a destination .
