At midnight, I lie awake,
Not chasing dreams, but chasing you.
My pillow knows the truth I hide—
That I still ache for something through.
I hope for a message, a call, a sign,
A whisper that says, I miss you too.
But all I get is silence back—
The cruelest thing you ever do.
I know you've moved on,
I know she smiles where I once stood.
You call her beautiful,
Like you told me I was—when things were good.
But I won't say these words aloud.
I won't beg, won't fall apart.
I'll swallow love like bitter wine,
And wear a smile over my heart.
I'll pretend you don't exist.
Pretend I've let you go.
Pretend the ghost of what we were
Doesn't follow me home.
You live in me—quiet, heavy, deep.
But I'll carry you alone.
I love you still...
But I will never tell you.
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A moving poem! Excellently composed! The truest love is the kind that will love forever.