The Madness

i carry on.

just like we both knew i would.

you thought it’d be with someone else.

but i always knew—

it would be alone.

i sit to study, to plan, to grow—

but the ache interrupts.

that hollow stillness that now lives in my bones.

you are missing from me.

i remember it all.

the good, the bad.

all of it soaked in love

and tear-stained pillows.

my heart aches in ways

i never knew it could.

this ending—

i saw it coming from the very beginning,

but still,

i hoped.

still,

i fought.

i carry on.

i persist.

but between chapters and coffee cups,

your name whispers through the silence.

i still feel your hand on my skin.

i still hear the slow, steady rhythm of your heart.

my heart breaks

for a future that will never be ours.

for a version of us

that once made me feel alive.

now,

the present feels like duty.

just pushing through the pain.

there is no quitting in this life.

and yet—

for a moment,

i wish there was.

to lie down and surrender.

to exhale completely.

to never face another second

without your hand in mine.

love is madness.

absolute lunacy.

it turned me into a hollow shell

of the light i once carried.

it stole something i cherished.

but still—

i will see this life through.

even if only out of spite.

i ache,

i burn,

and still—

i carry on.