You sleep in comfort, wrapped in your own dreams,
while I lie awake, stripped of your nearness.
Tomorrow you will stand beside me again—
smiling, warm, familiar.
Yet tonight, it feels as though you do not belong to me at all.
I search my heart, trying to trace the birthplace of this pain—
why love carries so much suffering,
why my heart refuses to understand what my mind already knows.
Why did I begin to love you,
knowing you were a light I could never truly touch?
Why did I let myself burn,
why did I decide that this pain was worth choosing?
Because even in the ache,
loving you feels more alive
than a life untouched by fire
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