Their eyes flicker, fleeting as sparks,
Voices hum, distant winds in the dark.
Fingers graze my skin, but leave no trace,
I’m surrounded by faces, yet lost in space.
Laughter ripples, a fragile dream.
Your silence is sharper than it seems.
They map my form like explorers of stone.
While you remain a quiet storm unknown.
Words scatter like petals torn apart,
Fragments of a bloom, never touching the heart.
Your glance, fleeting, is a different ache—
A tether pulling where others break.
I wear a crown of glass, fragile and thin,
Adored by many, yet fractured within.
They call me beautiful. It leaves me cold.
The one I crave stays out of my hold.
I’m seen by the wrong eyes, their gaze slips through,
A thousand hands reach; none touch the truth.
Your shadowed smile holds secrets untold,
A quiet rebellion in a world too bold.
Contemporary Poetry, Desire, Emotional Distance, Emotional Poetry, Feeling Unseen, Heartbreak Poetry, Longing, Love Poetry, Poetry, Unrequited Love
Meet the Author
Malana Kline
Originally from Memphis, Tennessee, Malana Kline is a writer and artist with a love for creative expression in all its forms. She writes poetry and fiction, exploring everything from the intimate and melancholic to the strange and imaginative. Beyond writing, she creates digital art and enjoys photography and crafting. Her work is driven by curiosity, creativity, and a fondness for finding beauty in the details.
Come curious. Stay weird. 🌿
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