Stoked soul 👄

“I remember not being able to sleep, the moon crying in my mouth,”

“You look at me and there isn’t anything left for you to say. Because really, what more could be said? I know you don’t love me. I know that. I know that. So when silence fills the room, I don’t try to fight it. I let it linger and you hold up your fingertips to it, try to make out something of what is left. Didn’t they ever tell you that you can’t make something out of nothing? Either way, I pretend not to notice. I take the weight of not being loved like I deserve and I don’t say anything else. I don’t try to fix anything. I don’t waste time being hopeful. I don’t ask you to be friends. I don’t promise to keep in touch. I let you leave and I let the high hopes for the future fall all around us. Even then, it doesn’t break the silence. I don’t expect it to.”