PROVING MYSELF

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Proving Myself
a quiet confession in verse


A Whisper Before the Words

There are moments when silence feels louder than speech—  
when the heart trembles at the edge of expression,  
and love, though overflowing, hides behind unsure eyes.  

This is one of those moments.  
A quiet plea.  
A truth too tender for casual words.  

So I write.  
Because writing is how I bleed gently.  
How I speak when my voice falters.  
How I prove what I feel  
when presence is all I have to offer.



PROVING MYSELF 
( Rhyme version )

Why is love so hard to say,  
When it’s true in every way?  
Why’s it easy when it’s fake
Just a smile, no heart to break?  

Maybe it’s because I care,  
Because my love is truly there.  
I’m afraid you’ll laugh, then leave,  
And I’ll be left alone to grieve.  

It would tear my heart apart,  
A quiet ache, a shattered start.  
For when it comes to loving you,  
I lose the strength I thought I knew.  

I’m powerless, I feel so small,  
In your light, I lose it all.  
I stumble, scared, unsure, unwise
In love, I wear no brave disguise.  

How do I prove this love is real?  
How do I show the way I feel?  
I miss you every single day,  
But words just seem to slip away.  

I’m no expert when hearts speak,  
My voice is soft, my courage weak.  
But give me pen, and I might write  
The truth I hide in silent night.  

I’m in love, what more to say?  
Should I impress you, find a way?  
Or could you simply come to me,  
And let your heart, like mine, run free?  

Just come close, no need to guess
I’ll kiss you once, no more, no less.  
And in that kiss, you’ll surely see  
The proof of love that lives in me.  




If You’ve Ever Loved in Silence…

Maybe you’ve felt this too
the ache of words unsaid,  
the longing tucked between heartbeats,  
the hope that someone might just understand  
without needing proof.

This piece is for you.  
For the quiet lovers,  
the brave hearts who write what they cannot say.  

May your truth find its way
in a glance,  
in a gesture,  
or maybe,  
in a kiss.



Author’s Note

I wrote this piece in a moment of quiet longing, when words felt too fragile to speak aloud. If you’ve ever loved deeply but silently, I hope these lines offer comfort, recognition, and maybe even courage.  

Thank you for reading. If it moved you, I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments or feel free to share it with someone who might need it.




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