Will there always be some grief tied into the joy?
Will I always think of you when I should just be happy?
Or is that the price of love? Thinking “you would have loved this” and “you should have been doing this with me”
Safety feel like one more kiss before I go.
Safety is me being worth getting sick over but refusing to kiss me if you are.
Safety is worth losing sleep over.
Good for you.
You can start over with someone brand new.
And not have the stain of past hurts to conquer.
And I wish you well with that.
I hope that turns out better than we did.
I hope you have grown ent to foster healthy love.
I want that for you.
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Not much has changed I fear.
Now I don’t cross my fingers anymore.
No outward signs will do.
Not even in heart do I let myself hope.
No silent dreams for me.
I cannot afford to hope. And to lose. Again and again.
I will not dare to hope again.
I used to make silent wishes. With fingers tied behind my back. In my pockets. Under tables. Sometimes my toes instead.
Because I couldn’t afford to let anyone see. How much I wanted it. How badly I craved a thing. A person. An opportunity.
Dont let them see. Never let them see