POEM STARTER
Who are we when no one is watching?
Write a poem that answers this question.
Who are we?
who are we when no oneโs watching?
i could write a story,
but even the words would betray usโ
not the way your name still burns through my skin,
not the way we always sat just out of reach,
as if the world itself knew
we werenโt meant to belong.
but goodness, how we tried,
and still, we couldnโt hide.
they werenโt bad people,
just voices full of reasonโ
they said, _leave it makes sense_,
and i listened.
not because you were wrong,
but because i was always running from the ache,
too scared to stay, too afraid to break.
it was fear.
and now i know.
but itโs too late,
like it always isโjust a cruel twist of fate.
it was the right love
at the wrong time.
you were everything i could never find the words for,
when all i could do was drown in silence,
but who needs words, when emotions roar louder than sound?
you told me everything,
i knew _you_,
but i told you nothing,
and you still kept _me_ through.
i wish i could tell you
that i didnโt mean to disappearโ
that i still wait for your name to light up my screen,
that some nights,
i cry until the morning steals my thoughts,
because all i want is to say, โ_come back_,โ
but iโm the one who left,
and now all i do is wish i didnโt.
why did i listen to voices
that could never understand theโ
_letters,_
_the texts,_
_the calls,_
_the touches,_
_the gifts,_
_the laughs,_
_the talks?_
why do i still listen to them?
why did i listen when they _never_ understood _you_, understood _us_?
and still,
i see you every weekโ
the same room,
the same air between us,
once, we couldnโt keep our eyes apart,
now, iโm left searching for a start.
hoping, aching,
but you donโt look back.
but i overthinkโ
maybe you do care,
maybe when iโm not looking,
your eyes still find mine somewhere.
maybe you keep the memories,
folded in the quiet of your soul,
maybe you still feel it,
but silence has made us whole.
we donโt speak now.
but you linger,
heavy like a bruise,
soft like a broken whisper,
that echoes in the silence of the news.
i see you in strangers,
in songs that never played the same,
in sunsets that should have been ours,
but now they just carry your name.
i meant it when i said,
โgo live your lifeโโ
but i didnโt know
youโd find it without me.
and now iโm lost in strife.
so tell me,
when no oneโs watchingโ
when the masks finally fallโ
who are we now?
do you still think of me at all?
because i still find you
in the spaces between breaths,
in the moments no one else can see,
because i still want you,
even when no oneโs looking at me.
Noteโ
I may as well be putting my whole life on this app writing poetry is such a good way to let everything out ๐ญ #downbad