Where fear broke her name
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Where fear broke her name
I named it friendship a gentler lie,
while love left truths I refused to try.
It lived between what I’d say and hide,
a quiet storm with no place to reside.
You were never loud, yet the loudest I knew,
in the way the world somehow softened in you.
No borrowed shine, no need to pretend
you were more in your silence than most in their end.
I learned you slowly, like dusk learns night,
not sudden, not sharp just a shift in light.
Till somewhere between what was spoken and not,
you became every answer I never had sought.
But love, when it whispers, still carries a blade
it asks for a truth, you’re afraid to invade.
So I buried mine deep where “almosts” remain,
half-built in hope… half-lost in pain.
Then fate, uninvited, rewrote the air
you spoke of another man… uncertain, aware.
And I stood there holding a war I had grown,
watching you drift… while I stayed unknown.
No thunder of jealousy, no anger to claim
just the slow erasure of not saying your name.
And suddenly silence, once safe as disguise,
became the loudest of all my goodbyes.
So I shaped it as fiction, a harmless “let’s suppose”,
but truth has a way that fiction still knows.
What left my lips was cautious, confined
but years of you… had already defined.
No grand declaration, no flawless design,
just a trembling honesty crossing the line.
Not becoming someone, not changing my side
just ending the distance I kept inside.
And in that release, something quiet aligned
no loss, no collapse… just an empty mind.
I didn’t find courage, or conquer disguise
I simply stopped hiding what lived in my eyes.
Now love isn’t silence, or fear dressed as grace,
it’s truth given breath… and finally, place.
And if there was magic, it wasn’t the start
it was you being home, long before my heart.
❤️
