It Wasn’t Love, It Was Emptiness
By: DVG
You were noise and appearance,
I was silence filled with truth,
you were lost in what was shining…
I was searching for the eternal.
You spoke to me of your victories,
of your so-called perfect world,
but everything you carry with you
feels so hollow… so absurd.
I gave you time, I gave you chances, gave you more than you could see, yet you never truly understood; what the soul can clearly read.
Now you fill the air with stories,
with your power, with your pride,
but everything you shout so loudly
can’t support you deep inside.
It doesn’t hurt that you are leaving,
I don’t mourn what we once had,
what hurts is that you never knew
how to love in something real.
Because love is never something
you can measure, sell, or show,
it’s not bought and it’s not traded…
it is truth or it is no.
And you… you keep your empty kingdom, all your roots that never grew, I will keep what lives within me…
even hurting, I stay true.
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No Era Amor, Era Vacío
Por: DVG
Tú eras ruido y apariencia,
yo silencio con verdad,
tú perdido en lo que brilla…
yo buscando eternidad.
Me hablaste de tus logros,
de tu mundo “ideal”,
pero todo lo que llevas
es tan hueco… tan banal.
Te di puertas, te di tiempo,
te di más de lo que ves,
y aun así nunca entendiste
lo que el alma sí ve.
Hoy te llenas de palabras,
de grandeza y de poder,
pero todo lo que gritas
no te alcanza a sostener.
No me duele que te vayas,
ni me pesa tu lugar,
me duele que nunca supiste
lo que es amar de verdad.
Porque el amor no se presume,
ni se mide en lo material,
no se compra, no se vende…
es eterno o no es real.
Y tú… te quedas con lo tuyo,
con tu mundo sin raíz,
yo me quedo con mi esencia…
aunque duela, soy feliz.
Reading through this poignant poem really made me reflect on my own experiences with relationships that felt hollow despite outward appearances of success or happiness. The poem's distinction between noise and silence, appearance and truth, really resonates with how sometimes people we care about can be so caught up in external achievements or superficial pride that they miss the deeper emotional connection that true love requires. Love, as described here, isn’t something transactional or showy. It’s about sincerity, depth, and understanding the soul. That reminds me of a time in my life when I realized that what I thought was love was just an illusion, an attachment to someone’s surface-level charm rather than their true self. The emptiness described in the poem mirrors that experience of realizing the gulf between what is visible and what lies beneath. The poem also highlights the idea that love cannot be bought or sold—it is either authentic or it isn’t. This is such an important lesson, especially in today’s world where social media and material success often create misleading impressions of what a relationship is supposed to be. Genuine love requires vulnerability and truth, even if it hurts. I've found that staying true to oneself, as the poem concludes, is essential for emotional well-being. Letting go of those who cannot love in a real, lasting way is painful but necessary. This poem captures that bittersweet truth beautifully, and it encourages readers to value their own essence above empty kingdoms or facades. Overall, this work serves as both a personal reflection and a universal message about the nature of love and the emptiness of false connections. It invites us to look inward and seek the kind of love that goes beyond appearances and moments of noise, reaching for something eternal and deeply true.



























































