The Hidden Feelings

I am deeply in love with someone I can never have, and pretending to be just a friend every day is breaking my heart. I write this here because I can\'t bear saying it out loud.

Every smile you throw my way feels like a sweet, sharp knife. We talk about the weather, work, and stupid daily news, while my soul screams your name in the dark.Pretending to be your casual buddy is a slow, quiet torture. I laugh at your jokes with a chest full of heavy ash.

You lean on my shoulder for comfort, completely blind to the fact that I am the one who is falling apart.How do you un-love a person who sits right beside you? How do you shrink a roaring fire into a polite little spark just to keep from burning down the room we share?Some truths are too heavy for the tongue.

They rot in the stomach, or they spill out onto cold, blank paper where nobody can judge the desperation of a heart that chose the wrong person, at the wrong time, for a love that has no home.