This piece feels like someone quietly admitting how hard it is to believe they’re worth staying for. There’s something heartbreakingly real in the way she offers reasons to be left, almost begging someone to prove her wrong. I felt that fear of being misunderstood later — it’s the kind of fear you only learn after being hurt. The way she disappears in crowded rooms felt painfully familiar, like a kind of loneliness no one notices. Her hesitation, her distance, her lateness — it all reads like someone trying not to be a burden. What moved me most is how she asks for love without ever saying the word, hoping someone will hear the silence. The plea to stay feels fragile, like she’s handing over something she’s never trusted anyone with. And that line about people calling her confident now carries so much hidden history. In the end, it feels like she’s learning, slowly, that real love doesn’t rush or demand. It just stays long enough for her to open the door.
Aiming for 1 mile per hour
at 0 acceleration,
carrying enough wits in the head
feet in the shoes
A healthy dose of cosmic mystery
to see this through.
I like this. Slow, steady, and a little unknown. That sounds about right.
"I have a habit of showing the worst of me first"...I think once that line is crossed, safely...the story begins. Lovely read.
I believe so too, thank you for being here.
This piece feels like someone quietly admitting how hard it is to believe they’re worth staying for. There’s something heartbreakingly real in the way she offers reasons to be left, almost begging someone to prove her wrong. I felt that fear of being misunderstood later — it’s the kind of fear you only learn after being hurt. The way she disappears in crowded rooms felt painfully familiar, like a kind of loneliness no one notices. Her hesitation, her distance, her lateness — it all reads like someone trying not to be a burden. What moved me most is how she asks for love without ever saying the word, hoping someone will hear the silence. The plea to stay feels fragile, like she’s handing over something she’s never trusted anyone with. And that line about people calling her confident now carries so much hidden history. In the end, it feels like she’s learning, slowly, that real love doesn’t rush or demand. It just stays long enough for her to open the door.
Long time didn't see you around. Thank you for reading
Literally my 3am thoughts described in a poem.
It was kinda my midnight thoughts too
Twinning but at what cost🥲
"Somehow without meaning to, youve been there in everythng i write" is such a banger and so true
Happy you liked it