I Don't Kiss 'goodbye' — Summary

I walked away and haven't said a thing They told me it's for the best To keep quiet. I knew i wouldn't make myself happy If I'd make you sad Cause that was never my intention. You should've seen me talk about you... I glowed so bright I could illuminate a whole boulevard At night. If only you saw... But this is not about it. This is about what I can't say to your face. It's been some time since we talked my mornings start with "fuck, another day" and coffee And end with me in tears, so late at night. I don't eat, i rarely talk To be honest I'm pretty walking dead Today i reached the point where i don't feel Any pain The tears roll on my cheeks on their own Because it hurt so much, It's impossible to hold it. I stopped going out, started lacking sleep There are nights where i don't get any Just because i fear seeing you In my dreams... I miss your voice. Only writing this made me cry... I miss you so much my heart aches But you... You don't miss me. And that's a pill harder to swallow. Acceptance... Never been my friend. I never left like this... No argument, No closure, no kiss No "why?" We've got questions but not answers. You haven't picked up your phone Oh wait, i haven't called. You haven't bothered either So what do we do now? I'm tired, my love. I would've taken a bullet for you But now, I don't even want that. To be honest, i never believed its possible To love someone too much... Well maybe, This was Too much.

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Vlada Onica's poem is a raw, unpolished letter from someone who left a relationship without a word and is now paying for that silence. The speaker walked away, believing it would spare the other person pain, but the choice has left both of them with unanswered questions and no closure, not even a final kiss.

The feeling is exhaustion. Days begin with "fuck, another day" and coffee and end in tears. The speaker barely eats, barely talks, and sleeps badly, afraid of meeting the lover in dreams. The most painful moment is the belief that the other person doesn't miss them back. Even the brief, bright memory of glowing "so bright" while talking about the lover quickly fades.

The mood is heavy and numb, close to confession. Short, broken lines and trailing ellipses make it feel like the words are coming out through tears. It ends on the idea that love can be "too much."

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