i wish i could forget how your name fits in my mouth like it was carved there, how silence never meant so much until it was yours.
i carry you like a bruise beneath the skin, not quite visible, but every time you touch too close, i flinch.
i keep pretending youβre just a friend again. but your laugh still lands in my chest like it belongs there. your golden eyes still say too much, even when we say nothing.
you are every almost, every what-if, every cruel trick of timing.
i wish i didnβt love you, but wishing has never changed the gravity of you, how you pull me in, again, and again, and again.