Typing…
typing…
then I stop again.
Thoughts moving faster than my hands,
every word feels too close.
Cursor blinking in the dark
like it’s waiting for my heart.
I type your name, then let it fade.
I know exactly what I’d say.
But if I send it, something breaks—
so I just stay right here.
Typing…
then I stop again.
The room is breathing, soft and slow.
Your silence fills the glow.
I almost send, I almost don’t.
Some things feel loud when left alone.
I read it back, I read it twice.
Every line sounds too honest.
Typing…
then I stop again.
Maybe tomorrow, maybe not.
I save the words I never drop.
If this is love, it doesn’t shout.
It stays right here and waits it out.
Typing…
then I stop again.
