You are the smile i never own,
a love i feel yet stay unknown
an ache that learns my name before i learn yours.
I gave you mornings folded in my palms,
words soft as prayer, hope stretched like sunlight across the room.
I walked into your silence thinking it was mine to fill, never knowing you had no intention of staying.
You were never ready, yet you lingered,
a phantom warmth, a fleeting glance,
the half-truths dressed as kindness,
the open door you never meant to keep.
I learned to count my own patience like coins,
small, desperate treasures that vanished in your hands.
Each smile, each word, each fleeting attention
was a lie wrapped in the gift of possibility.
I burned my honesty like incense for you,
and you watched it smoke into the air
without ever bending to catch the flame.
I was a cathedral built of trust and light,
and you walked through like a visitor who never knelt.
Do you know what it is to love purely
and have it mistaken for weakness?
To bleed hope into empty rooms
and call it devotion?
I loved you with bones and blood and breath,
you gave me shadows in return.
I will not cry now; tears have no home
for a love that never saw sunrise.
But know this, one day, you will feel the absence
like a stone pressing against your chest:
a reminder of a heart that gave everything
to someone who could not hold it.
I was pure. I was open. I was fire.
You were the frost that learned my warmth
and let it melt into nothing.
I will remember, I will rise,
and my honesty will light me long after
you learn what you've lost.