The weight of your words..
Keep me up at night...

You point,  
The edges of your fingers cut sharper than any knife,  
Slicing the space we used to fill with laughter and light.  
Your hands are inert,
Hungry for heat,  
Yet instead of reaching, they hover,  
Like ghosts in a room where warmth has fled.  
Each sigh, a boulder,  
That drops into the stillness and  
Unfurls like tangled weeds,  
Choking the garden of us.  
I wonder, do you think love flourishes in the shadows of blame?
Do you think it's fruits bloom where bitterness breathes like an old memory?  
Yet, here I remain —  rooted,  
Waiting for you to look up,  
To step out of the darkness,  
To meet me, halfway..
In that golden sliver of effort,  
Where silence can wrap us in a cradle,  
A refuge,  
Not a battlefield.

The weight of your words..
Keep me up at night...
But the hope in my heart...
Give me just enough to stay another day.

-realness and rhyme x Nachii