May 23, 2025
you’ll never know
you are a quiet kind of beautiful— not the loud, look-at-me glow, but the type that stuns in silence. like a full moon in an empty sky that doesn't ask for eyes but still steals them all.
i would’ve taken your hand like it was the last map to something soft. i would've called it a date, but really, i just wanted to exist near where you feel safe.
but i know. i’m not the fire you’d freeze for. i’m the echo you never meant to hear.
still, i try. i smile with cracked glass lungs, offer you laughter as a peace treaty for my own war.
you are my heartbeat disguised as someone else's. but you’ll never know. you’ll never know. you’ll never know.
