The Quiet Ache
It started soft, a gentle tide,
Your laugh, your glance—I let it slide.
Just two souls talking, nothing to prove,
Taking it slow, letting the world move.
But somewhere in the quiet, a spark took hold,
A yearning whispered, tender and bold.
Your words, like lanterns, lit up my night,
And I dreamed of you bathed in golden light.
I didn’t rush; I held it close,
Each moment, a petal, a blooming rose.
I thought, perhaps, there might be a chance,
For love to grow from our gentle dance.
But today you spoke her name, so bright,
Your voice a melody, your eyes alight.
And in that moment, the world stood still—
My heart a glass pane, shattered at will.
I am not the one who makes you glow,
Not the harbor where your heart wants to go.
I am the breeze, fleeting and small,
While she’s the storm, consuming it all.
You don’t see it, the way I yearn,
The slow, smoldering fire, the ache that burns.
To hold your hand, to call you mine,
A dream now fading, lost to time.
I’ll stay in your orbit, though it tears me apart,
A planet circling, holding my heart.
You’ll never know, and I won’t say,
I’ll keep this quiet ache at bay.
For you deserve the love you seek,
Even if it’s not mine you need.
And I’ll keep hoping, as stars often do,
To shine from afar, still longing for you.
- Kriszie
queer people say they're fruity, yet they never say what fruit they are 0.0
for example, I'm all citrus
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