Remember every time you wanted him, her, them but never spoke or reached out your warm hand They moved forward and away oblivious to the rumbling and thoughts unwelcome you pressed into silence It was too much to be raw to risk loss like that so none of us ever knew we could be loved by you
Feelings brought forth by these words are visceral. I spend days hoping that my hands are far enough extended. That she did not come close to me without knowing how vulnerable I desired to be in her presence.
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