The Fragile Weight of Us

A million thoughts collide in my mind,

pulling at the fragile thread of hope

I’ve been clinging to.

An ache blooms, slow and sharp,

a storm gathering in my chest,

a question I’m too afraid to answer:

Am I just prolonging the end?

You came to me like a whispered murmur,

soft as a breath against the stillness,

but you stayed—

your presence carving lines into my soul,

etching yourself into places I didn’t know existed.

Now you are everywhere:

in the tremor of my hands,

the space between breaths,

the silence that lingers when I try to speak.

How far have you gone?

I fear pulling you out—

the seams of me splitting,

threads unravelling,

until all that remains

is the void you’d leave behind.

I love you in ways I cannot reach,

in places too deep for light,

where the ocean swallows everything

but its own silence.

And yet, you are not mine.

You’ve never been mine.

You belong to a world I cannot touch,

a world where boundaries rise like walls,

where I am afraid to tread too closely,

lest I undo everything we’ve built.

I write to you, and I wonder—

are my words only for you,

or do they echo in spaces I cannot see?

Each letter feels heavier,

weighted with truths

I am too afraid to speak aloud.

This fragile thread between us—

will it hold, or will it break?

Will time wear it thin,

turning this love brittle

until it shatters?

I trace the edges of your promises,

their strength fading in the light of distance,

and I wonder if even love

can outlast the inevitable.

What would it mean to skip to the end?

To cut the thread,

to leave before the unravelling begins?

Or do I stay,

risk the breaking,

and trust time to craft a story

I am too afraid to write alone?

But the hardest question of all:

If I disappear,

will you feel my absence?

Will the spaces I leave behind echo,

or will they close like wounds,

leaving no trace of what was once there?

Will I fade like smoke,

a ghost of a memory,

a whisper swallowed by the wind,

too faint to linger,

too fragile to remain?