Unspoken.

 

Here I am.

Scribbling your name.

I truly don’t know why.

Or maybe I do but I couldn’t push myself to speak.

 

Here I am.

Feeling the silence.

Feeling the pain.

And the longer the time, the more that I think.

 

I couldn’t dare myself to stop.

To erase that name, your name.

Because every single time that I do.

I end up failing.

 

So here I am.

Scribbling your name.

Over and over.

Again.

 

 

 

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