The way she looks at me still lives in my chest,
Even when we don’t talk, even when there’s space.
I swear I’m fine until the night gets quiet,
Then every thought of her starts a riot.
Her laugh still rings in my head,
Like she’s lying right here on my bed.
I leave the light on, just in case,
Like she might come back to this place.
I hate how time stretches when she’s gone,
How a few hours feels way too long.
I miss her in ways I can’t explain,
Like a part of me forgot my name.
She feels like home, not just a place,
It’s the way my heart knows her face.
And I don’t like being without her voice,
I don’t like not being her choice.
Every goodbye hits way too deep,
I lose parts of myself when she leaves.
If this is what loving her does,
I’ll still love her — I always was.
I hate the gaps between our words,
The unread texts, the quiet hurts.
I replay every last goodbye,
Wondering if I crossed some line.
She doesn’t know how hard I try
To give her space without saying goodbye.
I hold my feelings back in my throat,
Afraid one word might make her go.
I’m scared to need her this much,
Scared she’ll see it as too much.
But she’s the only place I rest,
The safest feeling in my chest.
She feels like home, like something real,
Like being known, like being healed.
And I don’t like nights without her name,
It doesn’t feel right, it doesn’t feel the same.
I hate the distance, hate the doubt,
Hate loving her this far out.
If this is what loving her does,
I’ll still love her — I always was.
I don’t want someone else’s touch,
I don’t want less, I want us.
The way she makes the world slow down,
The way my heart knows when she’s around.
If she ever wonders what she is to me,
She’s every place I want to be.
I’d choose her in every life,
In every version, every time.
She feels like home when she’s near,
And like heartbreak when she’s not here.
I’m learning how to breathe alone,
But nothing feels like her — like home.
If loving her means this ache,
Every night, every mistake,
I’d still choose her through the pain,
Because loving her feels the same.
So I’ll sit with missing her quietly,
Loving her from wherever she might be.
Because she wasn’t just someone I loved…
She was home —
And I still live there in my heart.
