Poems From The Heart

the haunting truth of Hanahaki Disease

In shadows cast by unrequited dreams,
I watched you dance with love's moonlit beams.
A silent witness to your heart's embrace,
As it found solace in another's grace.

My gaze, a prisoner of bittersweet fate,
As you waltzed away, my heart left to dissipate.
The echoes of your laughter, a haunting refrain,
A symphony of sorrow, a melody of pain.

I traced the lines of your happiness,
Like a painter creating a canvas of distress.
Grace, a fleeting illusion, a dance of deception,
A mask for the heart, concealing its inception.

In the theater of emotions, I played my part,
A tragic figure with a shattered heart.
Metaphorical blood on my trembling hands,
A testament to love's unforgiving demands.

As you gravitated towards a new love's glow,
I felt the chill of a relentless undertow.
A victim of desire, a casualty of fate,
In the theater of heartache, I stood at the gate.

Hannahaki's petals, a metaphorical bloom,
A garden of pain where emotions consume.
I yearned for a love that could never be,
Yet, foolishly, I surrendered my heart willingly.

Regret, a relentless companion in the quiet night,
A specter haunting every step in love's cruel light.
I saw you drift away like others before,
Leaving me stranded on the desolate shore.

In the mirror, the reflection of a shattered gaze,
A silhouette of a love lost in love's maze.
How dumb, indeed, to let emotions entwine,
With someone unreachable, a love undefined.

Now, I stand amidst the wreckage of my heart,
A witness to the masterpiece torn apart.
Yet, from the ashes, resilience will rise,
A phoenix of hope, as the pain slowly dies.