#softtrauma
Oh, the fragile taste of love—
Sick of love, minus the love sickness,
Sea-sick, bracing through someone
Else’s emotional waves, especially
Daily texts that land like silence
In a forest of dead branches
Let’s leave the small talk—
"Oh, how was your day"
I really won’t feel your words,
but I’ll answer them anyway
_To keep in touch_
Feel insecure with every hug,
Cut my tongue, bruise my lips —
I don’t taste much love anymore,
Excuse my __Glass Teeth.__
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 1:52 AM UTC