Every heart carries a war inside—some fight with kindness, others with cruelty, but none escape the battlefield_
Not every dagger comes from enemies; some are carved from the hands we once kissed..
We don’t always lose people,
sometimes they just turn into silence
and live inside us forever.
Some days keep living in our chest
Some faces turn into seasons we keep visiting
Some hellos never learn how to say goodbye
Some goodbyes keep saying hello in dreams
We can’t unhear the way some people said our name.
You feel like home I haven’t been to yet.