I think I’m happy, I laugh easier now
my hands don’t shake when I reach for yours
sometimes the world feels softer
like the sharp edges were sanded down
just enough for me to breathe
and when you look at me, like I’m something gentle
something worth holding
I almost believe it
but the quiet is dangerous
when the talking stops
when the night settles into the corners of the room
something old crawls back into my chest
it sits there, heavy... familiar
suddenly everything inside me goes still
the energy drains from my bones
like someone pulled a hidden thread
and the whole thing unraveled
simple things become mountains
replying. moving. existing
and I don’t even know why
nothing happened, nothing is wrong
you’re still kind, the world is still turning
but the emptiness opens anyway
a hollow space
right where warmth should live
and in that silence
a quiet thought slips in
maybe all this love
was never meant for someone like me
maybe one day you’ll notice the cracks
I keep trying to hide
and you’ll realize
what I sometimes believe in the dark
that I am something temporary
something almost good enough
something that should have never been loved this much