I see the way your eyes light up,
but never when they see me.
Your chuckling moves within the discuss,
a melody implied for somebody else to keep.
I stand near, but never near sufficient,
a shadow in your sunlit world.
You talk of cherish with a delicate murmur,
and my heart breaks, unheard, spread out.
I wish I might be the one you hold,
the title you whisper late at night.
But cherish is unfeeling, a severe destiny,
to long for what is never mine.
So I will adore you from a far distance,
a noiseless wish, a calm hurt.
Covering up sentiments I cannot appear,
grinning delicately as I break.
About the Creator
Hillary
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The Quiet Influence
The Quiet Influence An oracle on steadiness, softness, and returning to oneself Author’s Note This piece was written from a place of quiet integration rather than urgency—a moment when nothing needed to be solved, proven, or pushed through. I wrote it for those who are discovering that healing doesn’t always arrive as a breakthrough, but sometimes as a gentle settling into presence. If this feels anticlimactic, tender, or unexpectedly emotional, you’re not doing it wrong. You’re likely learning how to rest without disappearing—and how to let yourself be held without effort.
By Flower InBloom5 days ago in Poets
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I love this poem! Great work!