don't be afraid of falling, you always get up.

in the quiet corners of my mind?

Why does your name

rise uninvited,

like something I never learned to let go?

Why did you do that to me?

And why did I stay,

mistaking endurance for love?

I called it love.

But love doesn’t break you slowly,

doesn’t leave you questioning your own worth.

What we had

was something

but not the kind that heals.

And still,

when I trace back every memory,

I can’t understand

how something that felt so real

could vanish into nothing.

You broke my heart

in ways I learned to silence.

Now there’s relief in the absence,

but also a quiet disbelief—

why didn’t I see it?

I thought you loved me.

You didn’t.

And maybe the hardest truth is this:

I had to lose you

Non l’ho ancora fatto.

Ma se lo facessi, sappiate che posterò quando vorrò io e risponderò a chi voglio io.

(sai)

pd