We orbit a sentence,
we won’t let slip out,
Even though we admit,
we often bite our tongues.
Our eyes meet
and the world slows down,
Those three words linger between us.
We hold ourselves back,
Afraid of what they might cause.
The moment we say it,
The air would shift.
Our safety in almost,
Would shatter into everything.
But I love you.
Gosh, I truly love you.
I love you in every look we give each other,
In every touch that feels like more,
And in the silence we choose to hide behind.
And if I said it,
If you said it,
Everything would shift out of place.
Maybe we’d ruin what we have,
Or maybe we’d finally be honest.
But there’s no safety in taking that chance.
So we stay quiet,
And we stay safe.
Because real things break,
But almosts don’t.
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 6:06 PM UTC
We orbit a sentence,
we won’t let slip out,
Even though we admit,
we often bite our tongues.
Our eyes meet
and the world slows down,
Those three words linger between us.
We hold ourselves back,
Afraid of what they might cause.
The moment we say it,
The air would shift.
Our safety in almost,
Would shatter into everything.
But I love you.
Gosh, I truly love you.
I love you in every look we give each other,
In every touch that feels like more,
And in the silence we choose to hide behind.
And if I said it,
If you said it,
Everything would shift out of place.
Maybe we’d ruin what we have,
Or maybe we’d finally be honest.
But there’s no safety in taking that chance.
So we stay quiet,
And we stay safe.
Because real things break,
But almosts don’t.