Jul 19, 2025
"i wrote you down when i couldn’t touch you."
you didn’t hear what i whispered last night.
but maybe you’ll read it.
i wrote this when the silence between us got too loud.
when missing you tasted like a secret i wasn’t allowed to say out loud.
these pages... they aren’t poems.
they’re touches.
soft. aching. unsent.
i didn’t plan to share this.
but it kept burning in my hands.
if you find yourself reading it,
just pretend it's your fingers turning the pages.
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