Some days felt like staying.
some felt like learning how to leave.
You were never fully mine,
yet my heart behaved like it believed.
There was comfort in the closeness,
and fear in asking for more
like being held
just long enough to forget
where I stood before.
It wasn't love or nothing.
it lived somewhere in between
where hope keeps changing its mind
and
letting go feels soft, not mean.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 9:26 AM UTC
Some days felt like staying.
some felt like learning how to leave.
You were never fully mine,
yet my heart behaved like it believed.
There was comfort in the closeness,
and fear in asking for more
like being held
just long enough to forget
where I stood before.
It wasn't love or nothing.
it lived somewhere in between
where hope keeps changing its mind
and
letting go feels soft, not mean.
