(The speaker stands in a dimly lit room, eyes fixed on an invisible figure, voice rising and falling with desperation and longing.)
Monologue:
Do you know what it's like… to see someone every day
and feel your heart split in two every time they smile at anyone but you?
To crave a glance, a word, a touch… and get nothing?
Nothing.
I have tried—oh, how I have tried—to be invisible,
to hide this burning inside me.
But it grows. It spreads. It claws at my chest.
I see your laughter, your joy, your careless light…
and I am drowning in it.
Why can't you see me?
Do you know the nights I've stayed awake,
replaying every conversation, every fleeting moment,
searching for some sign, some hint, some thread
that maybe… just maybe… you could care?
But no. Always nothing. Always you, unreachable,
and me… a shadow behind your brilliance.
And yet… I cannot stop.
I think of you when I wake. I dream of you when I sleep.
Every thought leads to you. Every heartbeat calls your name.
I try to tear it away, but obsession… obsession is stronger than reason.
I am enslaved by a love that cannot be returned,
and it is killing me slowly, beautifully, endlessly.
Sometimes I wonder if it is my own fault.
If I loved less, would I hurt less?
But no. The heart… it does not choose. It does not reason.
It only burns. It only aches. It only waits.
(Pauses, voice softening, almost a whisper.)
I will love you, even if it destroys me.
Even if you never know, never care…
I will love you. Always.
(The speaker sinks to the floor, staring at the ground, trembling between longing and despair.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem