Our affection in question, you remain dismissive. Confidence drowns you with no words, no kissing. Clasping me. Your unspoken energy is staggering. Demanding of me, Abrading my fear, curating my thoughts back to us. A cluster of memories adrift, drafting clear thoughts. I’m unhappy, the downer, the anchor to our drifting, silent sea.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 2:13 PM UTC
Our affection in question, you remain dismissive. Confidence drowns you with no words, no kissing. Clasping me. Your unspoken energy is staggering. Demanding of me, Abrading my fear, curating my thoughts back to us. A cluster of memories adrift, drafting clear thoughts. I’m unhappy, the downer, the anchor to our drifting, silent sea.
Unspoken and Silent, My Takeaway is you dont want to be the rock that unhooks the anchor. Though prefer me to be the anchor that fails to hold the weight... :( #?
