There is a place inside you No map has ever traced, a quiet room behind the ribs where light forgets to stay. No one sees it when you smile, No one hears it when you speak. It moves beneath your laughter like a river running deep. It is yours alone to carry, not carved for other hands, a language made of silence Only your soul understands. Some mornings it is heavier, a stone you cannot name, And still you rise and wear your life as if it were the same. But pain, it does not leave you when ignored or pushed away, it waits within the folds of time, it learns you day by day. It is not your enemy, though it cuts without a sound; it is the truth you buried but still lives underground. And yes, there are nights it breaks you, when endurance feels too wide, when even breath feels borrowed And there is nowhere left to hide. Yet somehow you continue, not because you do not fall, but because within the breaking You still answer life’s call. You learn to walk beside it, not beneath it, not above...
You held my hand with borrowed warmth,
Eyes rehearsed, smiles well trained,
Every word sounded like devotion,
Yet carried the echo of something feigned.
You played the part so confidently,
As if truth had no right to speak,
Loving me loudly in public scenes,
While sincerity grew thin and weak.
But I noticed the pauses, the distant gaze,
The affection timed, the care on cue,
Love doesn’t calculate when to appear.
And that’s how I knew it wasn’t you.
So hear this now, a call for change:
Do not offer hearts you cannot give.
Deception may imitate love for a while,
But truth decides how we truly live.
And know this too—I’m not in love,
Not with the version you tried to be.
My heart has learned the sound of real love,
And it speaks a different language to me.
I’ve found someone whose love doesn’t perform,
No masks, no scripts, no need to pretend.
They love me in silence, in effort, in truth
And that’s where my heart will remain, in the end.
© 2025 Gloria Penelope
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