a thursday night, quiet and slow,
the world sits heavy beneath its shadow,
and i, alone, carry the weight
of a love too vast, too intricate, too late.

it spills from me like rivers unbound,
a flood that seeks but never is found.
i've tried to hold it, to dam its course,
but love like this is a feral force.

they say to give is its own reward,
but they’ve never been the one ignored,
never been the soul that gives its all
only to watch it unravel, to fall.

my love is a storm, raw and fierce,
with thunder that echoes, with rain that pierces,
but no one stands to face its might,
no one reaches back in the dead of night.

the thursday air is heavy, still,
pressed between sorrow and a biting chill.
the streetlights hum in their mournful glow,
marking paths to places i’ll never go.

i love like the moon, giving light to the sea,
tugging at tides that abandon me.
i love like the rain that kisses dry earth,
a relentless offering, mistaken for worth.

what is it to carry a love so vast,
when no heart can hold it, no arms can grasp?
it burns inside, a ceaseless flame,
a light that no one dares to claim.

i tried to give it, piece by piece,
like soft whispers on a gentle breeze,
but each one fell, unheard, unseen,
a ghost of a dream that might have been.

on thursday nights, the ache is raw,
a wound untouched by time's cruel law.
the silence screams where voices should be,
a hollow symphony of lost melody.

they don’t know what it’s like to feel this way,
to have love like the sun, but no one stays.
i pour out my heart in endless streams,
but it slips through cracks, through broken seams.

i am the rain that falls in vain,
the hands that reach but clutch only pain,
the lighthouse beams that cut through night,
searching for ships that stay out of sight.

if love could die, i’d bury it deep,
where thursday’s shadows and secrets sleep.
but love is a fire that consumes its own,
and i am its fuel, its aching throne.

so i sit in the stillness, the thursday gloom,
beneath the stars, beneath the moon,
with a love so large it swallows me whole,
an infinite ache inside my soul.

and perhaps, one day, it will find its place,
this love that flows at a boundless pace.
but for now, it lingers, untamed, untied,
a tempest forever trapped inside.