Aug 18
I smile.
Too steady. Too still.
Inside...
thunder clawing at my ribs.
You laugh with her.
Sweet. Too sweet.
Not mine.
I go quiet.
Ghost in the corner.
Hands folded—burning.
The words rise—
I want that. For me. Only me.
But I choke.
And silence wins.
Again.
Too steady. Too still.
Inside...
thunder clawing at my ribs.
You laugh with her.
Sweet. Too sweet.
Not mine.
I go quiet.
Ghost in the corner.
Hands folded—burning.
The words rise—
I want that. For me. Only me.
But I choke.
And silence wins.
Again.
A silent lover—someone consumed by unspoken desire, jealousy, and aching restraint. They want to claim the person they love, but fear, pride, or circumstance chains their voice.
