I stopped answering the door when hope started knocking,
it never knew when to leave.
The hallway got quieter after that,
like even the walls learned my name and forgot it on purpose.
I used to think love was a promise you could hold,
but it slips through fingers like it was never solid to begin with.
Now I count silence in place of messages,
and call it peace when it’s really just absence.
There’s a version of me that still waits,
standing in places I’ve already outgrown,
staring at futures that changed their minds about me
without saying why.
NML—
not a cry, not a request,
just what’s left when you stop pretending it hurts less to care.
— “xx10m”
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 10:27 AM UTC
I stopped answering the door when hope started knocking,
it never knew when to leave.
The hallway got quieter after that,
like even the walls learned my name and forgot it on purpose.
I used to think love was a promise you could hold,
but it slips through fingers like it was never solid to begin with.
Now I count silence in place of messages,
and call it peace when it’s really just absence.
There’s a version of me that still waits,
standing in places I’ve already outgrown,
staring at futures that changed their minds about me
without saying why.
NML—
not a cry, not a request,
just what’s left when you stop pretending it hurts less to care.
— “xx10m”
“Even silence has a way of speaking louder than words ever could.” — xx10m
