My Fault (4) Poem by Quinn Talen

It unraveled slowly…
Not with a fight or sudden end,
But with silence—
The kind that creeps in between moments
And poisons the space where warmth used to live.

By the fourth day,
She had grown distant—
Still there beside me,
But her gaze wandered beyond the room,
Beyond *us*.

I noticed the hesitation in her touch,
The way her smile started to fade
Before it ever reached her eyes.
And still… I stayed quiet.
Because I didn't want to break the illusion.

She hadn't said a word—
But her body told me everything:
The stiffness in her spine when I held her,
The seconds it took to kiss me back,
The way her laugh now sounded rehearsed.

And that's when I remembered the warning.
The one I brushed off so easily.
*'Stay away.'*
They never told me why.
But I should've asked. I should've listened.

Because it wasn't just her heart at risk—
It was mine too.
And while I was busy falling,
She was already pulling away.

The truth?
She never belonged to me.
And the more I tried to hold on,
The more it became clear…

*I was just a chapter.*
She was the whole book.
And I? I was already being written out.