Appleooooo
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Tell me—how did you change so effortlessly?
You, who once woke at dawn just to hear my voice.
Who brought me flowers as if love bloomed in your hands.
Who walked beside me, weaving stories into the wind.
Who cried when anger brushed your heart.
Who wrote letters just to stitch a smile onto my day—
where has that person gone?
Why does your “I’ll be right back”
stretch into endless days now?
Why don’t you soothe my silence anymore?
Why has my crying become nothing
but a brief pause between your breaths?
You once heard every whisper I spoke—
why does my quiet feel so ordinary to you now?
Tell me, where did that version of you disappear—
the one who said, “You are my everything.
I will keep you safe, always.”
Do you know I still live on those words?
When I close my eyes, I still see that love.
When I open them, I see you—
present, yet heartbreakingly absent.
You say you love me—
but where should I search for that love?
In a message? A voice note?
Or in the cold hush of your indifference?
You say I’m your priority—
then why am I always the last?
Outside your time, outside your world,
outside the warmth I once called home.
Does your heart never tremble
when you remember the person
who cried for you, cherished you,
and forgot themselves—just for you?
You once whispered,
“You are mine. I will hold you gently.”
Today, I ask—
were those words only sugar-coated promises?
Or did you ever truly love me?
~ Apple
You, who once woke at dawn just to hear my voice.
Who brought me flowers as if love bloomed in your hands.
Who walked beside me, weaving stories into the wind.
Who cried when anger brushed your heart.
Who wrote letters just to stitch a smile onto my day—
where has that person gone?
Why does your “I’ll be right back”
stretch into endless days now?
Why don’t you soothe my silence anymore?
Why has my crying become nothing
but a brief pause between your breaths?
You once heard every whisper I spoke—
why does my quiet feel so ordinary to you now?
Tell me, where did that version of you disappear—
the one who said, “You are my everything.
I will keep you safe, always.”
Do you know I still live on those words?
When I close my eyes, I still see that love.
When I open them, I see you—
present, yet heartbreakingly absent.
You say you love me—
but where should I search for that love?
In a message? A voice note?
Or in the cold hush of your indifference?
You say I’m your priority—
then why am I always the last?
Outside your time, outside your world,
outside the warmth I once called home.
Does your heart never tremble
when you remember the person
who cried for you, cherished you,
and forgot themselves—just for you?
You once whispered,
“You are mine. I will hold you gently.”
Today, I ask—
were those words only sugar-coated promises?
Or did you ever truly love me?
~ Apple