streetlights feel like ghosts to me now-

hollow-eyed, humming in the stillness,

watching over roads that forget,

the footsteps they used to know.

they remind me of waiting too long,

of sitting on cold curbs with my hands in my pockets,

hoping someone would come back,

even though i knew they wouldn’t.

i think of long nights under quiet skies,

while the rest of the world was asleep

but my thought...

as i looked into your eyes,

i saw my future go up in flames-

a blaze of broken promises,

of a love that never stayed the same.

my father’s silence echoed loud,

an absence carved into my soul,

i begged for love that never came,

a hollow that swallowed me whole.

and now i stand before you,

haunted by shadows i can’t outrun,

waiting for you to change your shape,

to be the warmth that’s never come...

i begged for love in empty rooms,

chased shadows that slipped through my hands,

wore patience like a heavy cloak,

and hoped for a heart that never changed.

i stood at the edge of promises,

counting cracks in fragile words,

held on tight when it hurt too much,

believing maybe this time it’s different.

but some storms don’t calm with waiting,

and some wounds won’t heal with tears,

giving up isn’t...