how a whole day
can feel empty
not because
nothing happened,
but because
you weren’t in it.
and I keep checking
not for messages,
but for proof
that I still cross your mind
the way you cross mine.
-maybe it was never did, because since when you do this to me before? sleeping whole day without awake from dreams. are you prefer living in sweet dreams than in reality?? am i just an unhappy reality for you?
and i almost say it.. whatt??
I almost told you today
how the quiet
wraps too tightly
around my chest,
how I reach for you
in moments
you don’t even know exist.
but I stopped,
right at the edge of honesty,
because I don’t want
to sound like a problem
you have to solve.
why i keep on wanting to reach out you first nowdays since we're get back together?
I don’t ask for much
at least, I try not to.
I don’t say
“stay,”
or “talk to me longer,”
or “don’t disappear.”
I just hope
you’ll choose to.
and sometimes
that hope
feels heavier
than asking ever would...
