u/Diva4areason

I ask myself in the quiet—

is it too much to want old love

in new hands…

or just a heart

that feels like home again?

Is it too much

to want to leave—

not to run away,

just… to breathe without this heaviness?

To have someone

who doesn’t just hear me,

but stays long enough to truly understand?

Just a little warmth,

a little attention,

a soft “are you okay?”—

why does it feel

like I’m asking for everything?

Maybe I’m not wanting more…

maybe I’m just tired of receiving less

than what my heart quietly needs.

And still,

I sit here wondering is it me…

or is it everything around me

that keeps falling short?

…because all I ever wanted

was something REAL

something that stays,

something that feels like enough.

WHY I WRITE ☁︎

I write when burden feels heavy,

I write to express my thoughts

that can’t be expressed to someone,

So yeah, I write when things can’t be expressed.

I write when I’m not able to feel,

I write to feel that feeling,

I write when it gets worse,

I write cause it’s curiosity,

I write to know things,

But I hate to know what to write!!!