I’m not a fool for counting the days.
I’m not a fool for missing you,
or bleeding quietly in your absence.
I’m not foolish for keeping my distance from people,
for building walls instead of bridges,
For learning not to trust.
No—
I’m simply terrified...
Because I’m still in love with you.
Still crying for you.
Still believing nothing can erase this pain.
My longing for you has become a monster.
But I don’t fear monsters—
I command them.
I bind them in chains,
silence their screams.
But this one…
This one won’t kneel.
I can’t sentence it to death for its rebellion.
Can’t starve it,
can’t silence it.
Because every time I look into its eyes—
I see yours.
And I weep.
You are my weak spot.
My undoing.
I’m not a fool…
But I love you.
