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I’ll lean into romance that hurts, love that stays quiet, and depth that shows the wound without naming it.
Here are poems meant to ache softly and stay with the reader:

1
I learned her shape in the dark,
where wanting doesn’t ask permission.
Loving her feels like holding fire—
warm enough to live, sharp enough to remember.

2
She is the reason I pause mid-breath,
as if finishing it would mean letting go.
Some loves don’t break you loudly—
they teach you how to endure.

3
I never asked her to stay,
but everything in me prepared for forever.
Now even joy feels unfinished,
like a sentence she didn’t complete.

4
She touched my life gently,
and somehow nothing was the same again.
I carry her in the way I hesitate—
as if choosing happiness costs too much.

5
I love her in ways that don’t heal,
in quiet places time avoids.
If she ever looks back,
she’ll find my heart still waiting where she left it.

6
She was never mine,
yet she took everything I had to give.
Some loves don’t ask for possession—
they ask for survival.

7
I don’t miss her presence,
I miss who I became near her.
There are absences that don’t empty you—
they teach you how deep you were.

If you want, I can push this even further—
more poetic darkness,
more obsession,
or love that feels almost forbidden.

Just say how far you want to go.