Careless Whisper

@wordlesslyxy

A solitary soul, despair in heart, yet hope still blooms within the hopeless optimist.

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Careless Whisper (English)

Are you a solitary soul with despair in your heart, yet hope still blooms within you as a hopeless optimist? If so, then 'Careless Whisper' is the perfect Telegram channel for you. With the username @wordlesslyxy, this channel is dedicated to sharing thoughts, feelings, and experiences in a safe space where vulnerability is embraced. The description of the channel sets the tone for what you can expect - 'Sharing is caring but Stealing taints the spirit; Give credit where it's due.'

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Careless Whisper

29 Jan, 17:58

If you had asked,
I would have told you
that I loved you in a way
that rearranged the sky.
That your name still lingers
like an unfinished sentence
on the tip of my soul.

If you had asked,
I would have said
I never wanted the whole world,
just the space between your hands.
That I watched you love others
with a softness
you never spared for me.

But you never asked.
And I have learned
that silence is its own kind of answer.

- hopelessoptimist -

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Careless Whisper

25 Jan, 13:16

You're the song that fades before the last line.

-hopelessoptimist-

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Careless Whisper

25 Jan, 01:43

You...
a puzzle with pieces that cut,
a fire that warms, then burns the hand.
I knew it the moment you spoke:
you crave the unknown
but fear what it might say back.

You wear your thoughts like armor,
shiny, unyielding..
but I see the cracks,
and they’re beautiful.
Your heart?
A battlefield where hope and doubt
duel to the death every damn day.

You love like you’re drowning,
clinging to a dream
that keeps slipping through your fists.
You ache to be enough-
but enough for who?
For what?

There’s something wild in you,
tamed just enough to survive,
but never enough to settle.
You think too loud,
feel too much,
and call it normal.

You’re the kind of chaos
that whispers,
the kind of silence
that screams.
And somehow,
even when you’re lost,
you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

#EchoesOfMe

-hopelessoptimist-

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Careless Whisper

23 Dec, 19:18

Some hearts are born
to love without return.
Mine beats like a drum
in an empty room,
playing songs only I can hear.

– hopelessoptimist –

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Careless Whisper

23 Dec, 12:16

I think about the lives behind the glass.
The ones who keep their lights on
just a little longer,
because darkness feels heavier
when you're alone.

Maybe someone’s pacing a kitchen,
waiting for a text
that isn’t coming.
Or sitting on the floor,
next to a bed they don’t want to sleep in,
staring at a phone
that only lights up when it’s useless.

And those windows with no light at all?
They make me wonder if anyone’s even there.
If they’re awake in the dark,
staring at the ceiling,
asking the same questions I do:
Why is it so quiet?
Why does lonely feel loud at night?

Sometimes,
I want to knock on the glass
and ask if they’re okay.
If their hearts are breaking too.
If their dreams feel as far away
as mine do right now.

But instead,
I just sit here,
staring at the windows,
pretending the stories I make up
aren’t my own.

– hopelessoptimist –

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Careless Whisper

15 Dec, 15:13

Here is what made me hang on in life...

My family kept me here, because I knew losing me would break their hearts after everything they have done for me. It felt like I’d be taking their lives too.
I also couldn’t ignore the weight of it being a sin, one without forgiveness. That made me realize my pain wasn’t worth the cost of my life.
And deep down, I was afraid of giving up the chance for eternity over something temporary, no matter how heavy it felt in the moment

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Careless Whisper

05 Nov, 02:53

"Everyone looking for unconditional love with bags full of conditions"

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Careless Whisper

04 Nov, 19:48

You don’t need closure
You don’t deserve any of it
You know why I did it…
Because I’d rather leave quietly than paint a love in lies,
Draped in green flags that never belonged to us.
I’d rather vanish than feed a hope I couldn’t bear,
Than build a promise that time would only tear apart.

So I walked away
Not out of cruelty, but honesty,
Because holding on would’ve been easy,
But staying true meant leaving when I knew
The story wasn’t ours to write anymore.

- hopelessoptimist -

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Careless Whisper

28 Oct, 12:19

There was a time when love burned,
not in flashes, but in steady flames..
hands holding tighter
through storms,
eyes searching deeper
for truth, not escape.

Now we swipe through faces
like pages in a book we’ll never read,
wondering why the touch doesn’t linger,
why the spark fades
before it even catches.

Back then, love was a fire
you kept alive with every breath.
Now we let it die,
too afraid to let it consume us.

- hopelessoptimist -

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Careless Whisper

28 Oct, 12:17

It’s rare to find someone
who sees you
past the walls,
past the flaws,
to the core of who you are.
And rarer still,
for them to stay.

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Careless Whisper

22 Oct, 16:55

I used to think staying quiet meant keeping the peace.
But then I realized,
the silence was swallowing me whole.

You can’t keep the peace
if there’s no peace inside of you.
I wish I had spoken up,
said what I needed to say,
instead of letting my heart be a place where resentment grew.

- hopelessoptimist -

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Careless Whisper

22 Oct, 14:41

I do wish to be in love,
but not more than I wish to be loved.

I would choose to be loved,
over and over again
That feeling...
of someone looking at you
like you're enough,
even on the days
you don’t believe it yourself

To be held in quiet moments,
without asking
To be chosen,
not because you begged to be,
but because they can’t imagine a life
without you in it

Love is beautiful, yes,
but being loved..
that’s where the safety is.
That’s where home is.

And maybe, that’s why I’m scared.
Scared that love can fade,
that passion flickers,
but being loved?
That’s the kind of warmth
you carry with you.
It’s steady,
even when everything else feels uncertain.

So yes, I want love,
but I need to be loved.
Not just in the moments
when I’m easy to love,
but in the moments
when I’m messy, difficult,
and don’t even know how to love myself.

- hopelessoptimist -

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Careless Whisper

21 Oct, 10:18

It scares me how good I’ve gotten at pretending I don’t care,
when all I want is for someone to notice I’m breaking beneath the smile.

- hopelessoptimist -

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Careless Whisper

21 Oct, 10:10

Sometimes, I wonder if I’m too much for people,
If the way I feel, the way I love,
scares them off.

I keep telling myself that someday,
someone won’t run.

But what if I’m wrong?
What if the reason I keep getting left behind
is because I don’t know how to stay with myself?

- hopelessoptimist -

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Careless Whisper

20 Oct, 12:59

Do we wish to be in love,
Or just want to be loved?
Dubious thoughts filled my mind.
What is even love?
"A feel, one of it's own kind"

Still what it is, a question pose
"You won't know, you're numb"
In the dark heart, it echoes.
There's no one yet, harsh truth
It pierced into my hollowness,
Love, a feel, I never really knew.

They say "Be your own well wisher
It's you, making it a complicated deal",
For I am, myself, the love of my life.
Oh, was it that simple to heal?

And now I have learned,
No longer hungry for pieces of affection.
I feast on the nectar of my giggles,
And taste the salt of my tears.

For I am, myself, the love of my life,
My own lover, my own poet,
And this body, this soul,
It blooms, burns and is free.
Not for anyone else,
But for me.

~ Pooja

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Careless Whisper

18 Oct, 09:51

Healing isn’t a straight line.
Some days, I feel like I’ve conquered my pain.
Other days, I’m right back where I started,
wondering if I’ll ever get through it.
And maybe that’s okay.
Maybe healing isn’t about being okay every day,
but learning to hold space for the days that aren’t.

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Careless Whisper

18 Oct, 09:38

I catch myself holding onto memories, onto conversations that are long gone, onto promises made in passing.

And it’s hard to admit but sometimes, I hold on because
letting go feels like losing a piece of myself.

But is that really living?
Or just surviving a version of the past
that no longer exists?

- hopelessoptimist -

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Careless Whisper

17 Oct, 11:49

I don’t need you to fix me,
I just need you to stay while I fix myself.

- hopelessoptimist -

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Careless Whisper

17 Oct, 11:46

Some days,
I miss the way things were.
When feelings were spoken,
not typed,
and love was something you fought for,
not swiped past.

There was a time
when we showed up for each other,
stood in the rain without umbrellas,
just to see a face,
feel a heartbeat in real time.

Now, it’s all fast,
disposable,
and we wonder why we feel so empty.

- hopelessoptimist -

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Careless Whisper

15 Oct, 20:39

We touched hands,
not knowing it was the last time.
Funny how goodbyes never say goodbye.

#You

- hopelessoptimist -

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Careless Whisper

15 Oct, 20:38

I’ll wait in silence,
but silence has teeth,
and I’ve bled enough.

- hopelessoptimist -

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Careless Whisper

13 Oct, 20:20

I speak to you in quiet ways,
with the glance that lingers too long,
with the words I never say aloud
but you don’t hear them,
you never do.

I trace the shape of your name in the air,
hoping the wind might carry it to you.
But you walk past,
unaware of the storm you leave behind,
of the heart you hold without knowing.

It’s strange,
how love can fill you to the brim
and yet leave you hollow.
I keep my hands open,
waiting for the day you’ll take them,
though I know you never will.

But I stay,
in the silence between us,
where my feelings echo back
with no place to go.
Still, I gather them,
each unspoken word, each unreturned touch,
and fold them gently into my chest.

Perhaps one day,
when the weight of them becomes too much,
I’ll learn to let go.
But for now,
I carry this quiet love alone,
a secret known only to me,
a story you’ll never read.

- hopelessoptimist -