We were too young to call it timing,
too old to pretend it was nothing.
I learned the shape of your laugh
before I learned how to let go.
You held my secrets like they were glass, careful, honest, never cruel.
We both knew what this was,
before either of us said it.
It hurt cause I wanted it badly.
Still tried to act like I didn’t care
We were brave in the back of the theater.
Nothing dramatic, just quiet
Your shoulder against mine in the dark
Our fingers slightly brushing
Like that meant the most.
Guess we took the hit together
Wrong time, same kind of heart.
Hope you’ll find something safer,
Someone softer.
But every page that I wrote you where on it. Even the ones I tried to erase.
I still feel you when the silence get too loud. Like a story that never quite died.
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 6:07 AM UTC
We were too young to call it timing,
too old to pretend it was nothing.
I learned the shape of your laugh
before I learned how to let go.
You held my secrets like they were glass, careful, honest, never cruel.
We both knew what this was,
before either of us said it.
It hurt cause I wanted it badly.
Still tried to act like I didn’t care
We were brave in the back of the theater.
Nothing dramatic, just quiet
Your shoulder against mine in the dark
Our fingers slightly brushing
Like that meant the most.
Guess we took the hit together
Wrong time, same kind of heart.
Hope you’ll find something safer,
Someone softer.
But every page that I wrote you where on it. Even the ones I tried to erase.
I still feel you when the silence get too loud. Like a story that never quite died.
Slightly inspired by ”free now” by Gracie Abrams
