half kiln
You ask if I like being your friend -
but what if I don't know ?
What if it's the silence after the laughter,
the weight that doesn't show?
What if I stay not out of want,
but simply out of fear-
that walking off means losing more that just what brought me here ??
maybe I do, maybe I don't
but does it change a thing ?
Some doors don't slam, they fade away,
soft as an ending sting.
You ask if I like being your friend-
but if that's a lie?
What if I've traced your every word
like constellations in the sky?
What if I stay because I ache,
because I break, but never show?
What if I love in quiet ways
you were never meant to know?
And what if I can't bear to leave,
but staying tears me too ?
A hopeless thing, a foolish heart,
still reaching out for you.
white oracle
pulsar rampart