We held back so well,
There was nothing to break,
Restraint. Timing.
Underneath a starve,
wanting hands, wanting permission,
We lost the chance to be reckless,
Like this message, I poem,
I never send, a breath from a vacuum,
Anything would wither
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 1:59 AM UTC
We held back so well,
There was nothing to break,
Restraint. Timing.
Underneath a starve,
wanting hands, wanting permission,
We lost the chance to be reckless,
Like this message, I poem,
I never send, a breath from a vacuum,
Anything would wither