A stone tied to my leg,
A note pressed beneath the knot,
Her name, a whisper, a wound,
A love that won’t be forgot.

The scissors rest within my hand,
Edges sharp, freedom near.
But I won’t cut,I never will,
I’d rather drown than live without her here.

I am a prisoner of love,
Locked in a cage with open doors.

I will never stop loving what breaks me,
The one who did nothing wrong,
Except not love me back.

If I could throw a spear, I know where it would land.
Not at the one who left, but at the hand
That clings to ghosts, that won’t let go,
That feeds on dreams now cracked and cold.

For the one who breaks me is none but me,
Loving a heart that won’t beat free.
It’s not her love that tears me apart,
But my own thoughts, my own heart.

Once, I stood high, untouchable,
Pride unshaken, heart unchained.

Then I met her. Loved her.
And for the first time,begged.

Begged her to stay.

No armor, no ego, no pride.
Just her name, and the fear of goodbye.

I plant my prayers in silent ground,
Water them with words unsound.

The stars fade, the hours drift,
Yet still, I wait, my hands unclenched.

If time must steal, let it restore,
What once was lost, return once more.

No cries, no chains, no last despair,
Juste attendre et espérer.

I’d trade it all to cross your mind,
Even for a second, for a fleeting sign.
A thought of me, no matter how brief,
To be the echo of your quiet grief.

But I remain unseen, lost in the night,
A shadow you’ll never find in the light.

Everyone says it will get better,
But I know it won’t, not without her.
I’ve loved only one, and she’s gone,
Now I’m left, just holding on.

The pain lingers, cold and deep,
A sorrow I can’t shake or keep.
No love could fill this empty space,
For she’s the one I can’t replace.