How quickly you turn things at me…
You said,
“𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅’𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓…”
Why?
Would it matter if I stayed longer?
Would it change those times you
made me feel alone—fighting hard for us,
while you stood still, watching me trying so hard?
Would it erase that image of me
in my head that made me so small,
because I begged and begged
for your warmth, but you wrapped me
in cold silence—leaving me shivering,
questioning if I was ever meant
to be held at all.
Would it heal the wounds
you chose to ignore?
And patch the cracks in a home
that never felt like home for quite a while?
You ask about time,
but you forgot that time was never the answer.
It was your presence,
it was your effort,
it was you—choosing me
when I was already there choosing you,
again and again.
So tell me—
if I had stayed longer,
would you finally have learned
how to stay?
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*image: angelo pantazis / unsplash
