Every time I post a picture, there you are again,
Liking all my stories like you’re more than just a friend.
Heart reacts at midnight, timing always right,
Feels like you were made to glow inside my night.
You’d show up in my dreams like you belonged there,
Smiling in the shadows like you always cared.
I thought maybe fate was trying to speak,
So I finally confessed what I’d held for weeks.
And you said, “Thank you.”
Just those two words, nothing else to read through.
Was it a rejection?
Or some kind of friendzone affection?
I’m stuck in the space between
What we are and what I hoped we’d mean.
Yeah…
You said, “Thank you,”
And I don’t know what to do.
You always double-tap like you’re touching my soul,
Making me wonder if I wasn’t alone.
Did your heart beat the same way mine did too?
Or were you just being nice ‘cause that’s what boys do?
I replay your message like a song stuck on repeat,
Trying to decode what you meant underneath.
Was it shy, was it scared, was it “I feel it too”?
Or was it your gentle way of saying we’re through?
‘Cause you said, “Thank you.”
And I’m here reading meanings you never gave clues to.
Was it a boundary?
A soft “no” wrapped in honesty?
Or did you freeze up, unprepared,
Lost for words ‘cause maybe you cared?
Still…
You said, “Thank you,”
And now I’m torn in two.
Maybe someday you’ll find the words you couldn’t say,
And maybe I’ll stop wondering someday.
But right now I’m stuck in this quiet place,
Where hope and heartbreak share the same space.
You said, “Thank you,”
And I felt my heart fall though I wanted to trust you.
Is it goodbye?
Or just a confused reply?
If this is the end, I’ll heal and grow—
But part of me still wants to know…
When you said, “Thank you"
Did you mean it like I wanted you to?
