The Quietest kind of Cruel

 

Not many would quite understand,

But unreturned love is a no-man’s land.

It hollows the heart with a velvet blade,

A quiet ache that doesn't fade.

Just thoughts of you I cannot hold

Burn brighter than the stories told.

You say you care—but what’s the cost?

A love half-given always feels lost.

You know my wants—you’ve heard me plead,

Yet play naive and watch me bleed.

A smile that knows it hits like flame,

Yet never once you speak my name.

Your smile, my drug—I sip it slow,

A poison wrapped in subtle glow.

Your eyes, twin seas I gladly drown,

Each time I fall, I fear I’ll drown.

You’re sleeping now, in warmth and peace,

While I lie tangled, torn to piece.

Wrapped in your world, so unaware

Of all the storms you made me bear.

I heard you love the rain.

 Since then,

 I've never slept during a storm again.

You adored tragedy,

 chased mystery

 and now, here I am,

 your perfect agony.

You crave the tragic, seek the strange,

But never knew how deep I range.

If monsters thrill the core of you,

Then why not love this monster too?

You speak of shadows, shiver slight,

Afraid of something in the night.

But what if I’m that haunted shade

The silent debt your soul has made?

You know I watch, you know I wait,

Yet still you keep that distant gait.

You love the game, the push, the stare

You hold me trapped between despair.

You like to know I ache and burn,

You light a match, then never turn,

And I, the fool, still beg and stay,

While pieces of me slip away.

Forgive my stare.

 I don’t mind your glare.

 I can’t help it I swear.

What you’re doing—it isn’t fair.

 You hold me

 in a place

 between chaos

 and calm,

 between obsession

 and prayer.

And I stay

 because your silence

 is still louder

 than anything

 I’ve ever known.