the silent quill

You chose the path that burnt the entire world, but still, I kissed you in goodbye. #poerty #attackontitan

Still, I am with your soul. The scarf never came aside, if only you had understood when I said everything without saying. You carried the weight of the world on you, while I stood there waiting for the boy I loved who couldn’t stay.

The scarf I never cast aside I found you when cold was biting my bones. You wrapped me in warmth, and a mere red scarf became my everything.

some people stay only between the lines #poetry

Main characters are loved, celebrated, while I stood there, close at hand, never quite part of the plot. Forget me like a midnight breeze that touched your life but never came back. #poetry

Not the twist, not destiny’s design just filler words between the paragraphs you write. Dropped the moment the story picked up pace.

Filler The episode you skip not hated, just never considered. No climax, no drama, just the sigh before every fast-forward, the pause you never replay.

unfinished chapters✨ #poetry #poem

I was the metaphor you didn’t keep, the memory that quietly fell asleep. And still, I hum our incomplete song, while you shelved me in the baggage of your past. #poetry #poem

But in your story, I was a brief paragraph one that brought no grief. I flipped your pages, only to find myself nowhere near.

A paragraph in your story You were the book I never put down, the story I swore I’d never leave incomplete. Every chapter, every word a world where only your voice would echo.

even stars bleed light, and still shine #poetry #poem

Maybe breaking was never breaking maybe it was the beginning of something new trying to bloom. #poetry #poem

The eyes will wander everywhere without knowing where to look. Even constellations get wounded, yet they never lose their significance, still circling in each other’s gravity.

Even star bleeds light Maybe it wasn’t you, maybe it wasn’t me, maybe it wasn’t even us. Maybe if you leave, the world will look the same, but it will lose its colour like a house still standing but with no windows in it.

some endings are just redirections. #poetry #poem

And after everything, you called it fate. Said it wasn’t the right time, said it was never meant to be. Now it’s just silence because effort started feeling heavier than desire. #poetry #poem

only to drop it as if it never existed. It asked you to stay, but you walked away like it meant nothing.

The Audacity You said you wanted this. You said it was everything. You had the audacity to ask the universe for a dream, promise to bleed for it, swear on it like it was oxygen