i typed words i wanted you to hear
but my phone stayed quiet
like the space between us
is louder than anything i can say.
i’m here, raw and waiting
but maybe you don’t see me
or maybe you don’t want to.
and that thought feels like a knife
twisting slowly
in the middle of my chest.
Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 9:47 PM UTC
i typed words i wanted you to hear
but my phone stayed quiet
like the space between us
is louder than anything i can say.
i’m here, raw and waiting
but maybe you don’t see me
or maybe you don’t want to.
and that thought feels like a knife
twisting slowly
in the middle of my chest.
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