Would you notice?
What would actually happen
if I stopped talking?
If one day I went quiet?
If you stopped hearing my voice,
my laugh?,
my awkward jokes?
Would you even notice?
Would you even be bothered?
What would happen
if I was no longer there?
If my presence was no longer felt,
my love,
my warmth?
Would you even care?
Or would you move on
like the rest of the world?
I don’t think so.
I wish you would notice,
but it’s fine.
It is, really.
I always say it’s fine
because it will be
if I pretend enough.
Because I know you wouldn’t even notice anything anymore.
Because you never did.
Even as much as I wish you would.
And that’s the hardest part, isn’t it?
The realization that my absence might not even register,
that the space I thought I once occupied
could be filled so seamlessly.
But yours could never be filled,
just closed off,
like a room in an empty house,
waiting to be opened
because you’re the only one who has the key.
Because I thought I held a position in your life.
I thought I earned a position,
just like you earned yours in mine.
But you were a visitor.
It’s a quiet kind of heartbreak,
a silent scream into the void.
But I’ll keep pretending,
because what else is there to do?
So...
would you notice?
I'm on my period 🙂…



Like mad
What will happen to me with out I will become nothing but a hollow shell with out her gf
We are this together madam got it