LOVE CODE: 3 a.m.
He chose silence.
It stayed all night,
and I learned how to stay quiet.
3 a.m.,
the echo of a voice
still warm on my screen,
my message sent, unanswered.
A small thing did it
a borrowed hoodie,
or the lack of it.
How easily love turns quiet.
I tell myself
it’s okay,
then must pretend to be light.
LOVE CODE: Nostalgia
Yeah… that strange mix
of relief, nostalgia,
and missing them
it settles deep inside you.
For a moment,
your mind lets you return
to a time
when everything felt safe
and familiar.
Even though life has moved on,
those moments never really disappear.
They live quietly
in the background
like a song
buried somewhere in your mind,
yet your heart
still hums every word.
LOVE CODE: Unsaid
I hate you now
only because
I once loved you
so deeply.
Not with anger
but with the quiet sadness
of waiting for someone
who never came.
When my world
was falling apart,
all I needed
was somewhere to rest
my grief.
I never looked for you
in other people,
yet somehow
your shadow lingers
in every face I meet.
And maybe
that is the cruelest part
no matter
how carefully I stitched myself
back together,
some part of you
still lives
between the seams.
