Strings
“Strings”
We meet in the halfway light,
where love pretends to be casual.
You text first,
you hold me close,
you look at me like I’m still yours
and for a moment,
I almost believe it.
Then you ask,
“No strings attached, right?”
like the words don’t cut through me,
like you didn’t just wrap your arms around my heart
and then deny they were ever there.
I laugh it off,
because I’d rather keep this half-version of you
than risk losing you completely.
You show me you care
in the way you remember my favorite song,
in the way your hand lingers a second too long
but you never say it.
And I never ask.
You seem fine.
Maybe you are.
Maybe I’m the only one
still reading love between the pauses.
So I stay quiet,
pretending the ache is worth it,
tied up in invisible threads
you keep pretending not to see.
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