You laugh at them. You point your finger and call them a fool. Their silence amuses you, their gentleness becomes your joke, and the crowd joins your laughter as if kindness were weakness. It feels enjoyable today, sweet on your tongue like careless victory. Their patience becomes your stage, their humility your entertainment. But time is a quiet witness. It watches without speaking, It writes its lessons slowly in the turning pages of life. A day will come When laughter turns into tears. The echoes of your mockery will return to your own ears like thunder across an empty sky. Situations will arise without warning, storms without hands to beat you Yet heavy enough to break your pride. Pain will arrive quietly, And you will feel the trembling of a heart that once laughed too loudly. And that fool, that funny person you once mocked, may stand in the distance, not laughing, but witnessing your tears, your shaking voice, Your falling ego. For life has a patient way of bending the tallest p...
If your interest fades, do not dress it as love,
Do not wrap distance in smiles and borrowed gifts,
I do not want offerings meant to confuse my heart
Or gestures rehearsed to keep me quiet.
Step aside with honesty, not performance,
Let your silence speak plainly,
Tell me when you are finished
So I may stop waiting for what no longer comes.
Do not pretend affection where none exists,
I would rather face the truth barehanded
Than to be held by a lie
That slowly teaches me to doubt myself.
If you are done, say it without cruelty,
I will not beg, I will not chase,
I will open my hands, release you gently,
And let you go with my dignity intact.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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