Your voice lives in the distance,like a sweet echo that isn't meant for me.It echoes on the other side of the phone,constantly reminding me you're not mine.We talk beneath borrowed moons—you with her… and me, pretending it doesn't hurt like this.
You say her nameand I swallow my tears like poison,as if each of your words sliced through my skin.I cover my face with borrowed laughterwhile my soul falls apart in silence.I don't know how much longerI can carry these feelings.
"Leave her," I think."Leave her. Just leave her."Even if you don't see me,even if you don't touch me,even if I'm just a friend in your eyes.
It's not fair.It's not fair that you belong to someone elsewhile my soul calls to you—even if you can't hear it.Does she love you like I love you?
She sleeps beside you,but I'm the one who dreams of you every night.The one who longs for youlike no one ever will.I'm the other one.The one who answers whenever you call,whenever you write.The one who listens to it all…even what she doesn't want to hear.
But tell me:Does she love you like I do?Does she hear your silencethe way I hear your voice?
Would she love you when you're broken,when life feels heavy and there's no comfort?Would she see it all and still hold you close?
How can you call it lovewhen I, who mean nothing to you,love you more than she does?
It's selfish, I know.But so what?This love has no rules.No rights, no title, no kiss…but it has wounds.It has jealousy. It has rage. It has hunger.
And every time you talk about her, I die.A little more.Every time you mention her,my heart tightens,as if it had no room left for all this pain.My face sinks into a frown you never see,and you…you don't even realize what you do to me.
And I don't tell you…not out of pride, but out of fear.Because if you knew how much I love you,maybe… you wouldn't want to know.
I cry—not for what we are,but for what we never even had the chance to be.
Because I know that if she weren't there,if this wall didn't exist,everything would be different.I know my hands would find yours,my lips would find yours,and my eyes would see only one future—one I can't touch,but one that lives in every breath I take