If you listen closely, you’ll hear me in the quiet. I’m always louder when I’m not real.

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If you listen closely, you’ll hear me in the quiet. I’m always louder when I’m not real.
I don’t want you back. I just want the version of me I was before you taught me how sharp wanting can be.
I stare at my reflection like it owes me answers. It never speaks. It just looks tired, like it’s been pretending too long.
I was going to say something important. But you looked at me like you already knew, and the words died in my mouth.
Sometimes I still feel your hand on my shoulder.
I tell pretty lies. Not to hurt you — just to make the truth easier to swallow.
You almost loved me. I almost believed you. We were perfect in the ways that never mattered.
I don’t sleep much. Not because I’m haunted — but because I keep haunting myself.