Surprisingly, I no longer wish to bleed on paper
Maybe because the world has seen enough
Of the sharp edges you carry
Surprisingly, I no longer wish to trace your name
Maybe I'm just exhausted
From reciting the same heartbreak
Surprisingly, I no longer wish to ink the "yet-to-come"
Maybe because it's a shared secret
That the horizon is always out of sight
Surprisingly, I choose to write in silence
Maybe because for once
I finally have nothing to say
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 9:53 AM UTC
Surprisingly, I no longer wish to bleed on paper
Maybe because the world has seen enough
Of the sharp edges you carry
Surprisingly, I no longer wish to trace your name
Maybe I'm just exhausted
From reciting the same heartbreak
Surprisingly, I no longer wish to ink the "yet-to-come"
Maybe because it's a shared secret
That the horizon is always out of sight
Surprisingly, I choose to write in silence
Maybe because for once
I finally have nothing to say
