I wanted to speak,
But the words came late
They were heavy by then
Too full of wait
I stood by your doorway
Thought once was enough
But silence builds walls
That feel too much like love
What if I made it worse
By holding it in too long?
What if my quiet
Was louder than wrong?
You looked for answers
But not in my face
And now I’m just the echo
Of the noise you replaced
I practiced the truth
But never found the scene
Where someone would listen
Without asking what I mean
I started to doubt it
Like it never was real
What if my feelings
Were just something to feel?
What if I made it worse
By holding it in too long?
What if my quiet
Was louder than wrong?
You looked for answers
But not in my face
And now I’m just the echo
Of the noise you replaced
Maybe it’s selfish
To want to be heard
When I never spoke
A single word
What if I made it worse
By loving too still?
What if my silence
Was the thing that killed?
You wanted a version
That never broke first
But I gave you nothing
And that made it worse
And that made it worse..
And that made it worse....