– Eliza Venuh
We’re stuck in this endless cycle of almosts,
forever teetering between something and nothing.
In the dead of night, 2am, your thoughts envelop me,
and I’m lost in the vast expanse,
searching for a glimpse of you.
All I crave is your comfort,
your reassurance.
Console me, and I’ll vanish into thin air,
leaving no trace.
This virtual dance,
waiting for texts and calls,
has lost its allure.
I yearn for something tangible,
something real.
You speak of holding me close,
of making this connection physical.
My heart aches with longing,
and I’m tempted to make it happen.
But your words,
they hold me back –
like a slow-acting poison
that seeps into my veins,
spreading to my bones.
It’s a bittersweet torment,
never quite consuming me,
but leaving me with a haunting whisper of maybe
that refuses to fade.
Each time you slip away,
I’m left with the ache of longing,
and the hope that maybe,
just maybe,
we’ll find our way back to each other.
CONTRIBUTOR SPOTLIGHT
Eliza Venuh hails from the beautiful northeastern state of Nagaland. Writing is her passion and serves as a vital outlet for expressing her emotions. Whether navigating difficult times or celebrating moments of happiness, she finds writing to be a therapeutic way to process and release her feelings. As an avid writer, Eliza regularly publishes her poems on the Writco app. She enjoys participating in writing tasks and challenges, which keep her motivated and creatively inspired. Writing brings her immense joy, and she feels fortunate to have discovered such a meaningful and expressive medium. Through her work, Eliza seeks to share her thoughts, emotions, and experiences with others, hoping to connect with like-minded individuals and foster a supportive community of writers and poetry enthusiasts.
Leave a Reply