The Love That Never Was

A heartfelt reflection on letting go of someone toxic, a love that never bloomed but left its mark.

I held a dream, a fragile thread,
Of something pure, but left unsaid.
Your presence lingered, sharp and cold,
A story half-begun, yet old.

You stood just out of reach, it seemed,
A phantom love I never dreamed.
Your words were honey, thick with lies,
Your smile a mask, a thin disguise.

I built you up, a shrine of stone,
Believing you could be my home.
But every touch, each fleeting glance,
Became a weight, a fleeting chance.

The echoes of what could not be
Kept haunting, clawing, holding me.
Yet now, at last, the tether’s gone,
The night retreats, here comes the dawn.

I see you now for what you are,
A distant, dim, unburning star.
No light, no warmth, no tender glow,
Just shadows I no longer know.

So here I stand, my heart set free,
Unbound from who you’ll never be.
A love unformed, I lay to rest,
And find my peace in what is best.

Author's Note

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