Jun 18
the room stays quiet
you keep waiting for the shatter, for the slammed door, for the look that says, you asked for it. but the room stays quiet, like it’s holding its breath for you.
you scan every corner, for danger, call it love, just in case. you rehearse your apology, in your head, for the crime, of taking up space.
but the flower does nothing, except be beautiful. and not because you earned it. you touch its petals, like a question. it does not flinch, or demand a reason. it just exists, and teaches you, to stay.