While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still my heart wasn't right.

While you weren't here
I did what I could,
Hoping against hope
My decisions were good.

While you weren't here
I gained some in age.
Things just went on
And life turned a page.

While you weren't here
I just tried to go on,
Knowing what didn't **** me
Would only make me strong.

While you weren't here
A whole lot got changed.
My life became different,
My world rearranged.

While you weren't here
I had to learn to be alone,
To stand on my two feet,
To make my own home.

So that's where I am now,
At this stage of my life,
Still scared and alone,
Still coping with strife.

And oh how I wish that
Things could be different,
That I could go back
To a time in the past,

To a time before
You weren't here.

Your countenance is radiant,  
like morning light weaving through trees,  
soft whispers of breeze dancing on leaves,  
the gentle sway of petals in bloom.  

You walk upon the earth  
as if it were woven from dreams,  
each step a brushstroke,  
each glance a melody,  
echoing in the hearts of those who meet you.  

Time halts in your presence,  
clouds pause to listen,  
birds abandon their nests,  
captivated by the calm in your stride.  

Laughter spills from your lips,  
a cascade of silver sunlight,  
filling the air with warmth,  
wrapping the weary in a hug of joy.  

You turn awkward moments into art,  
always possessing a Godgiven grace,  
as though the Lord's joy beams from
your face.  

In the quiet of twilight,  
your essence lingers,  
a gentle reminder  
that beauty is found  
in the way you simply are.

i didn’t know it would change.
not like this.
not slowly.
not without a moment to hold onto.

you laughed.
it made me feel safe.
alive, even.
that kind of light doesn’t happen often.
and I chased it.
all I wanted to do was make you laugh.

now it’s quieter.
your name shows up less.
you don’t ask to see me.
you wait for me to reach out.
and even then, it’s different.
you say “maybe” to us hanging out.
like i’m the last person you want to be with.

i used to be in your bed.
i used to feel okay there.
like nothing could break me as long as you were near.

now i’m a little lost.
a little cold.
a little too aware of the space beside me.
between us.

maybe i used you.
not on purpose.
but to feel whole.
to feel wanted.
to feel like i could breathe.

that wasn’t fair to you.
i know that now.

but i still miss you.
i still check my phone.
still wonder what you’re doing.
still remember how your presence softened everything.

i’m adjusting.
some days are easier.
some days are still heavy.
but i’m learning to sit with it.

i want more.
not as much as you’d think.
just a little more.
even now.
even if i shouldn’t.
even if you don’t.

and maybe just missing you has to be enough.
I don’t see another way out.
you totally caught my attention.
and now, i fear how hard it will be to get it back.

Everyone is special how is reading this because you are the one who got chance to be human in millions of sprm and oum.

The real special thing

about people is: special --


is each one of them.