Maria's poem is only three short lines, but it holds a whole tangle of feelings. The speaker admits, almost in a whisper, that they are still in love with someone. The word "secretly" matters here: this is something they haven't said out loud, maybe not to the person it's about, and maybe not to anyone. Then comes the lonely "but." on its own line, followed by a full stop. That small pause feels like a breath, or a moment of hesitation, before the speaker admits the opposite is also true: they're falling for someone new.
What makes the poem interesting is that the speaker doesn't choose between the two feelings. They simply hold both. The mood is quiet, uncertain and a little guilty, like someone being honest with themselves for the first time. The lowercase "im" and the lack of polish make it sound like a private thought or a text never sent, which makes it feel raw and real.