THIS ALMOST IS HAUNTING ME

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It’s always me, shrinking, folding, dimming parts of myself just to keep you comfortable. I write messages like paper boats, full of everything I never say… and then I sink them before they reach you. I quiet my laugh, swallow my joy...because too much has always scared you. 

But I don’t know how to love in pieces.I only know how to flood.To give everything.

You never ask for it.

And I never push it into your hands and whisper,

“Take it. It’s yours.”

Because deep down… I’m scared.

Scared that if I confess how I feel, you’ll reject me.Worse, that you’ll run and tell your friends, my friends,and then all of you will laugh about it.About me.

What a shame, right?

To love this loud, this fully

only to become the punchline in someone else's joke.

So we stay here pretending.

You act like you don’t notice, and I act like it doesn’t ache.

But it does. It burns through me, especially when I wonder if maybe you do feel it too… but you’re just as scared. Maybe you’re waiting for me to go first.

But I don’t.

And neither do you. So now we sit in this silence, not because we want to,but because fear built walls higher than love could climb.

Cowards.

Both of us.

And maybe that’s the most devastating kind of love...the one that had a heartbeat,

but never got the chance to breathe.The one that almost became something…and maybe still can....if one day, somehow, we choose love over fear, maybe...


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