Are you reading this?
Do my words reach your eyes,
your heart, your mind?
I gave you a window to my soul
or have I left only a hole in my side?
A path untaken,
an open wound I refuse to let heal.
I pick at the scab,
itching to let you infect
even as my body tries to redirect.
Are my words drifting to the void,
nowhere else?
Do they tell you that you are not alone,
that I am aching too?
Can you see we lost the forest in the trees?
Are you tripping over reminders
like roots we planted together,
or have you unearthed them already?
Is any of this touching you,
at all?
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 3:31 PM UTC
Are you reading this?
Do my words reach your eyes,
your heart, your mind?
I gave you a window to my soul
or have I left only a hole in my side?
A path untaken,
an open wound I refuse to let heal.
I pick at the scab,
itching to let you infect
even as my body tries to redirect.
Are my words drifting to the void,
nowhere else?
Do they tell you that you are not alone,
that I am aching too?
Can you see we lost the forest in the trees?
Are you tripping over reminders
like roots we planted together,
or have you unearthed them already?
Is any of this touching you,
at all?
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