Not another void 🧷

Perhaps she was too greedy.

But how could she hold it in?

How could anyone stay quiet

While feeling unloved—never enough?

She never begged for miracles,

Not even breath itself—

Only a little happiness.

But despair had made a home in her.

All she ever wanted

Was to matter enough—

To not be the one he drifted to sleep on,

To not be the afterthought in the silence.

She longed to feel significant.

But now—numbness swallowed her whole.

She had given all she had.

Still, he wouldn’t even turn around.

Estranged, caught in this fog of feeling,

She stood in the vague space between closeness and forgetting.

If he was her destiny,

Why did he feel so far?

Each day, she felt it slipping—

His beauty now a hollow echo

That left her emptier than full.

Her longing to stay—

She clung to it.

This desire—she begged it not to leave.

Yet the same feeling

Pushed her further away.

The old nights came back—

The ones where she trembled alone

Behind a bathroom door,

Whispers of fear wrapped around her.

She once believed she didn’t need saving.

But now—what else could she do?

What was left to give?

Maybe the train had already gone,

And she stood on the platform,

Alone again.

But would he come running?

Would he chase the silence back into sound?

Or was it her—

Still running toward what once

Felt like magic

And now felt like a storm?