I don’t need you to be sure,
I just need you to be real.
Say it badly; say it scared or confused.
But say it.
There is no love in silence;
only undue longing.
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 9:59 PM UTC
I don’t need you to be sure,
I just need you to be real.
Say it badly; say it scared or confused.
But say it.
There is no love in silence;
only undue longing.
Ambivalence masquerades as independence, until it bonds to the face.
From the split second between protection and trust – where the nervous system still remembers danger, but the heart is asking to speak.
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