Yearning in silence

I long for his love, his tender embrace,

To feel his touch, his hands, his grace.

To know I'm his, and he's mine too,

A bond so deep, so pure, so true.

But we're just friends, a line we tread,

Though dreams of more fill my head.

I'd never admit, for fear he'd see,

How much he truly means to me.

This void consumes, yet offers peace,

A mix of comfort and sweet release.

Like sun and moon, we'll never meet,

Forever apart, yet incomplete.

At night, I wish on a distant star,

Hoping for love that feels so far.

My heart believes what my mind denies,

Dancing in dreams, deceived by lies.

"Step back," my reason softly pleads,

But my heart leaps forward, ignoring its needs.

He sees a friend, and that should suffice,

Yet love, unspoken, demands a price.

I cherish this bond, steady and true,

Yet wonder why my heart chose you.

So I break myself, reshaping the core,

To be someone he might adore.

But then I see, with weary eyes,

The cost of wearing this thin disguise.

So here I wait, in scattered despair,

Hoping one day he'll notice, he'll care.

And maybe then, if stars align,

I'll piece myself whole—his heart with mine.