Love Poem Poem by New Girl Dark NewGirlDark

I loved you in shadows,
where light could not betray us,
where silence spoke louder
than any promise.

Your presence lingered
like a secret in my veins,
soft, consuming, eternal
a darkness I chose.

I found you in the quiet corners of my soul,
in places no one else ever dared to touch.

You arrived like midnight rain against shattered windows,
gentle enough to calm me,
dangerous enough to ruin me completely.

There was something sacred in our silence.

We never needed perfect words
to understand the sadness living beneath our skin.

Your eyes carried storms I recognized instantly,
the kind born from sleepless nights
and hearts exhausted from surviving too much.

I loved you beyond reason,
beyond what was safe,
beyond what could ever be explained in daylight.

Because daylight exposes things,
turns tenderness into vulnerability,
turns fragile feelings into wounds waiting to happen.

But in darkness…
we belonged to each other differently.

The night hid our brokenness,
wrapped it in shadows soft enough to breathe inside.

And for a while,
I believed two damaged souls
could create something beautiful from ruin.

Your voice became part of my solitude,
a whisper echoing through empty rooms long after you left.

Even now, I still hear traces of you
inside songs that ache too much to finish,
inside the silence before sleep,
inside every lonely moment
where my heart searches for something familiar.

You consumed me slowly,
not like fire,
but like smoke filling abandoned lungs.

Quietly.

Patiently.

Until every part of me carried your name
like an invisible scar.

And maybe that was the tragedy of us
I loved you in ways too deep for reality to survive.

I loved you as one loves impossible things:
the moon reflected in black water,
a ghost standing at the edge of memory,
a dream already fading while it is still being lived.

There were nights I wanted to disappear inside you completely,
to become another shadow beside yours,
untouched by the cruelty of the outside world.

Because with you,
even pain felt strangely intimate,
like a language only our damaged hearts understood.

But nothing beautiful remains untouched forever.

Even darkness eventually reveals
what silence tried to protect.

And when distance grew between us,
it felt less like losing a person
and more like losing the only place
where my soul had ever rested without fear.

Still, I cannot regret loving you.

Some connections are not meant to save us.

They exist to haunt us,
to change the shape of our hearts forever.

So I carry you quietly now,
like a beautiful curse hidden beneath my skin.

Not gone.

Not healed.

Just lingering there
like the memory of a shadow
I once called home.

And in the places where I try to move forward,
you still appear
not as a wound that opens,
but as something that never fully closes.

A presence woven into everything I am becoming.

I see you in the way silence settles at night,
in the pause before sleep when thoughts grow honest,
in the ache that arrives without warning
like a familiar song playing from another room.

Time insists it is healing me,
but it only teaches me how to carry you differently
less like a scream,
more like a shadow that learned to walk beside me
without asking to be seen.

There are moments I almost forget.
Almost.

Then something small returns you to me:
a phrase, a feeling, a certain kind of emptiness
that only you ever knew how to fill.

And I wonder if distance ever truly removes anyone,
or if it only rearranges where they live inside us.

Because you are not here,
and still
you are everywhere I learned to survive.

Not in flesh.

Not in voice.

But in the quiet architecture of memory,
in the spaces between who I was
and who I had to become after you.

And I keep walking.

Not away from you,
but forward with you
disguised as absence.

@newgirldark