Sometimes the deepest conversations happen in silence, when the world is still and the heart finally speaks.

This poem reflects the quiet pain of loving too deeply, expecting too much, and slowly learning that self-love must come before seeking love from others.

My Own Expectations

When silence sits beside me,
I hear my own heart speak—
not through loud confessions,
but through quiet cracks
only loneliness can hear.

“Who hurt you?”
the shadows softly asked.

And I smiled
like someone who had mastered pain,
whispering only,
“My own expectations.”

Because sometimes
we build homes in people
who were only passing storms.
We water dead flowers
with loyalty,
hoping love will bloom again.

Now I sit quietly with myself,
learning the painful art
of expecting less
and loving myself more.

(Vijay Verma)
 www.retiredkalam.com

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