Dec 21, 2024
I no longer understand the language you speak. Where does your laughter come from? It’s like a melody I’ve never heard before, a foreign tone that isn’t mine. Your joy rings true but unfamiliar, as if it comes from a place I’ve never been. I feel uneasy, choked by a happiness I don’t recognize, I don’t own. So instead, I complain. About why we never meet, about everything that’s missing, rather than admit I appreciate my breath just a little more. Like a tree tying a knot on itself, I turn inward, twist myself tight, trying to hold on to what’s slipping away. Sometimes, I just want to be seen— gentle and lovable. But then I see the scars around my heart and understand: It cannot be loved. Not as it is.
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