Walls of Silence, Heart of Stone

I stand alone, yet crave you near,

A fleeting touch ignites my fear.

I build my walls, I guard my space,

Love feels too much—too fast, too great.

You reach for me, your hands so warm,

But closeness feels like quiet storm.

I turn away, retreat, resist,

Not out of hate—but to exist.

I learned too young that love can fade,

That trust is built, but not to stay.

So here I stand, composed, apart,

Yet aching in my hollow heart.

You ask me why I never share,

Why love feels distant, cold, unfair.

But every time you pull me in,

I only think of ways to dim.

To need is weak, to want is pain,

So I keep feelings locked in chain.

It’s safer here behind my guard,

Than risk a love that breaks too hard.

But in the dark, when no one's near,

A whisper calls, so soft, sincere.

A part of me still longs to see,

If love could come and set me free.

Wiranpat ❤️