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ECHOES 🥀




I'm lost in the labyrinth of your absense, 
Every fiber of my being screams to let go,
Yet, I'm bound to the memories, 
the whispers, the glow. 
The war within me rages, 
a never-ending fight, 
Between the heart that holds on and the soul that's tired of the fight. 
I'm torn between the comfort of your presence and the agony of your distance, 
A constant tug-of-war, 
a heartbreaking existence. 
Your love is a double-edged sword
it cuts so deep, 
A bittersweet reminder of what I'll never keep. 
I'm trapped in this limbo
where love and pain entwine, 
A never-ending cycle, 
a heart that's forever aligned. 
If I let go, I'll lose the essence of you, 
The memories, the laughter, the tears, 
the truth. 
I'll move on, but the feelings will fade, 
Leaving behind a hollow space, 
an emptiness that's never staid. 
And if you come back, 
will I still feel the same ?
Or will the silence between us be a chasm, 
a void, a shame ? 
The love we shared, 
will it still burn like a flame ? 
Or will it be reduced to embers, 
a faint, flickering claim?
The uncertainity is suffocating, 
a weight that I bear, 
A constant reminder of the love that's hard to share. 
It's fucked up, It's real, it's intense, It's raw, 
A never-ending battle, 
a heart that's forever flawed.
Yet, I'm stuck in this vortex
a whirlpool of emotions, 
a heart that's forever in motion. 
I'll hold on to the memories, the love, 
the pain, 
For in letting go, 
I'll lose the essense of the love we sustained. 



Comments

  1. broooo 💯💯💯💯
    Tooooo good 👏🏻👏🏻

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  2. Feels raw and heavy… you’ve poured a lot into this one. Hope you find some peace through the words.

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  3. Bacchaa it is his loss, look at yourself and look at the way u love ❤️❤️❤️

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  4. Lover like you is hard to find....
    This man is so damn lucky to have you and so stupid to hurt you and let you go, you're a sweetheart ❤️

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  5. People say love like this is hard to find but the truth is a person who loves like this is harder to find .
    The purity that your words have
    🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

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  6. I love you ❤️

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  7. ❤️❤️🫂🫂

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  8. Nice.. 💕 so deep and can understand the heaviness of heart and emotions with which you wrote these line.

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  9. Fabbbb cheeku ❤️❤️😍😍

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  10. Sanchit Srivastava24 October 2025 at 00:23

    This poem bleeds truth — a beautiful chaos of love, loss, and longing. Every line feels alive, torn between holding on and letting go. It’s raw, real, and hauntingly human. Absolutely stunning. ❤️🔥

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  11. My heart goes out for the intensity of love ❤️❤️❤️

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  12. Mind boggling 👏🏻🙌🏻

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  13. Perfect just like u ❤️

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