HeRa

"Still, I wait. For someone who will never return. For someone who chose to leave."

𝘈 𝘊𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘴 | 𝘏𝘦𝘙𝘢

"It is not easy to speak in a world that will not listen, to beg for respect that should be freely given."

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢 | 𝘏𝘦𝘙𝘢

"A name that carries the same weight, a name that reminds of strength and hope."

𝘑𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘩 | 𝘏𝘦𝘙𝘢

"The grief lingers like salt on untouched skin. Still hoping. Still waiting."

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘪𝘥𝘦 | 𝘏𝘦𝘙𝘢

“Because somewhere, quietly, stubbornly — I believed it would be you.”

𝘌𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘨𝘦 | 𝘏𝘦𝘙𝘢

"Dressing pretty is mistaken for permission —
an open door, an unspoken yes."

𝘏𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘉𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘤 | 𝘏𝘦𝘙𝘢

Honestly, I am not much of an adventurer. I never tried new foods, never changed my clothes or style, never joined in when someone suggested something different. Even small things felt too big when I was so used to the familiar. My friends often tell me, “You only live once.” I get it—I really do—but still, I stayed. 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥.

Within the four corners of my room, I stayed. I never left—not because I was afraid, not because I was a coward, but because I didn’t want to. I’m too nostalgic, holding on to memories I don’t want to let go of, memories that make it hard to move forward.

And perhaps that’s why I’m still stuck—trapped in the moments of our childhood: the laughter, the sadness, the fights, and the puppy love. For two years, I stayed frozen in time, waiting for a text that would never come. Waiting for a “Hi, how are you?” whenever we passed each other at the corner of our street. Waiting for a “Can we try again?” even if it meant risking and losing myself.

Still, I keep waiting, hoping that maybe, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦...

He saw through my façade,
loved me without question—
and still, I chose you.
Pity… for only now do I realize
what a fool I am
for leaving a man for a boy
who only knew how to be a coward,
always running from his shadows.

Oh, how I pray we never meet again in this lifetime,
for I will forever pity myself
for yearning for someone
who could never be a man.

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲...
𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝗱.

- 𝙃𝙚𝙍𝙖

"𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙨"

Had I foreseen that I too could burn
From the sun that Icarus once yearned,
I would not have dared to cross the horizon
To reach for the beguiled blaze.
But no sorrow can undo the bygone days,
And no tears can comfort the mournful soul
Of a fallen one who longed for heaven's grace.

"Oh, here I beg for divine mercy,
Heal the grieving heart of a woeful spirit,
For hope can no longer find this fallen child,
And no pity can save this broken one."

- 𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙖

"𝙈𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙊𝙡𝙙 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨"

Not a tear had been shed when life vanished from his eyes.
The denial of the young heart is far too much to acknowledge,
That the lilies she failed to love dearly would soon be a memory.
So, still, she went on.
On her own, she waltzed with life,
Yet yearning always seemed to come,
For a mind knows what it's been missing,
And the heart grieves for a long-lost memory.

-𝙃𝙚𝙍𝙖

"Oh, how I longingly gaze at the place you call home..."

-HeRa

"I claim to write poems about love,
Yet can’t seem to lift the pen when one is about you.
Not because I fail to be truthful about my love,
But rather, I fail to describe what it means to love you.

Perhaps I am afraid of what I may learn,
That I cannot seem to utter words about my deep affection,
And what I, and the heart, truly yearn,
Despite the desire's clear reflection..."

-HeRa