Tiptoeing around the tension,
“I don’t know” overwhelms my veins.
But lately I’ve had an idea,
Maybe it’s time for change.
No more hiding in “maybe,”
Or feeling safe behind “we’ll see.”
There’s no comfort in ghosting,
Just the crushing weight of accountability.
Or maybe the lack of it—between you and me.
I said I was protecting myself,
But this can’t be what that means.
I tried not to love you, kept my distance from the start.
But your charm cracked open
my reluctant armored heart.
You were clever, made more sense than others,
Quick wit, no regrets, and never forced me under covers.
So I let myself fall, thinking I’d be caught,
But my parachute? Just bricks I forgot.
You were ready to catch me, hands up in the air, it's not your fault that I crashed out, you're lucky I didn't land there.
I built a home in the land of maybes
It's lonely, until sunset
Then the ghosts come out for tea