Category : Poems

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I know exactly what you mean.
You’re reaching for something aching and layered—about one-sided love, misplaced longing, and the cruel games the mind plays when the heart starts chasing shadows instead of truth.

Let’s create 

I fell in love with a mirage.

Not because he loved me.
Not even because he looked at me.
But because the ache fit perfectly where my hope had been left unfinished.

There’s something strange about how the heart behaves when it’s told not to feel.
It starts folding itself into every almost, every maybe, every silence that looks a little too much like attention.

I should’ve hated him.
I was supposed to.
But the mind,
oh, the mind 
it paints in rose when it should be screaming red.

And sometimes the most dangerous things come wrapped in kindness
spoken without intention.

Sometimes, the monsters don’t hide under beds.
They sit across from you, laughing softly,
while your heart makes poetry out of indifference.

I thought I was falling into something real.
Turns out, I was just falling.