This poem about intuition and truth explores emotional awareness, silence, and the quiet knowing that exists between what’s said and what’s truly felt. I know more than I say, I think more than I speak I notice more than you realize. I catch the shifts, the pauses, the spaces between your words. I feel the weight of what’s missing, the way the truth bends when you hold it too long. You thought I wasn’t looking, but I was. You thought I wasn’t listening, but I heard every hesitation. You thought I believed you, and for a while, maybe I did. Maybe I wanted to. Maybe I wanted the story to make sense, Maybe I wanted the love to be real, Maybe I wanted the red flags to be shadows instead of warnings. But you can only rewrite reality for so long before the truth bleeds through. And the truth? It was there all along, It was there in the late replies, It was there in the careful omissions, It was there in the way you played the victim in a script you wrote yourself. So when the moment came, and the weight of your lies finally collapsed under their own weight, I didn’t need proof. I didn’t need a confession. Because I already knew. Because knowing is my nature. Seeing is my gift. And people like you—you never hide as well as you think you do.

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