u/Familiar_Trouble_519

What do you call

a midnight car

beneath a borrowed streetlight

on a road

that doesn’t know our names,

where your breath catches

every time I get too close

to the center?

Would you call it friendship?

There is panic in your silence,

a twitch I’d hoped to see.

You shift before truth slips.

But I’m not the one

you’re trying to convince.

How can you sit beside me,

pulse bursting through your sleeve,

and pretend

this isn’t

everything

you’re terrified to want?

Tell me, love,

is it fear

that’s got your tongue?

Surely,

it isn’t me.

What do you call

a midnight car

beneath a borrowed streetlight

on a road

that doesn’t know our names,

where your breath catches

every time I get too close

to the center?

Would you call it friendship?

There is panic in your silence,

a twitch I’d hoped to see.

You shift before truth slips.

But I’m not the one

you’re trying to convince.

How can you sit beside me,

pulse bursting through your sleeve,

and pretend

this isn’t

everything

you’re terrified to want?

Tell me, love,

is it fear

that’s got your tongue?

Surely,

it isn’t me.

What do you call

a midnight car

beneath a borrowed streetlight

on a road

that doesn’t know our names,

where your breath catches

every time I get too close

to the center?

Would you call it friendship?

There is panic in your silence,

a twitch I’d hoped to see.

You shift before truth slips.

But I’m not the one

you’re trying to convince.

How can you sit beside me,

pulse bursting through your sleeve,

and pretend

this isn’t

everything

you’re terrified to want?

Tell me, love,

is it fear

that’s got your tongue?

Surely,

it isn’t me.

What do you call

a midnight car

beneath a borrowed streetlight

on a road

that doesn’t know our names,

where your breath catches

every time I get too close

to the center?

Would you call it friendship?

There is panic in your silence,

a twitch I’d hoped to see.

You shift before truth slips.

But I’m not the one

you’re trying to convince.

How can you sit beside me,

pulse bursting through your sleeve,

and pretend

this isn’t

everything

you’re terrified to want?

Tell me, love,

is it fear

that’s got your tongue?

Surely,

it isn’t me.

What do you call

a midnight car

beneath a borrowed streetlight

on a road

that doesn’t know our names,

where your breath catches

every time I get too close

to the center?

Would you call it friendship?

There is panic in your silence,

a twitch I’d hoped to see.

You shift before truth slips.

But I’m not the one

you’re trying to convince.

How can you sit beside me,

pulse bursting through your sleeve,

and pretend

this isn’t

everything

you’re terrified to want?

Tell me, love,

is it fear

that’s got your tongue?

Surely,

it isn’t me.

I remember the night you swore you’d stay.

You swore-

you’d never walk away.

Your voice didn’t shake,

your hands didn’t budge,

your eyes held mine.

I was safe.

I was safe.

How do I unhear that?

That promise didn’t break clean.

No.

It spidered throughout my veins,

splintering into the marrow.

Peace hasn’t touched me since.

I remember the night you swore you’d stay.

You swore-

you’d never walk away.

Your voice didn’t shake,

your hands didn’t budge,

your eyes held mine.

I was safe.

I was safe.

How do I unhear that?

That promise didn’t break clean.

No.

It spidered throughout my veins,

splintering into the marrow.

Peace hasn’t touched me since.

I remember the night you swore you’d stay.

You swore-

you’d never walk away.

Your voice didn’t shake,

your hands didn’t budge,

your eyes held mine.

I was safe.

I was safe.

How do I unhear that?

That promise didn’t break clean.

No.

It spidered throughout my veins,

splintering into the marrow.

Peace hasn’t touched me since.

I remember the night you swore you’d stay.

You swore-

you’d never walk away.

Your voice didn’t shake,

your hands didn’t budge,

your eyes held mine.

I was safe.

I was safe.

How do I unhear that?

That promise didn’t break clean.

No.

It spidered throughout my veins,

splintering into the marrow.

Peace hasn’t touched me since.