“Before I Press Send”
I’ve rewritten this message
more times than I can count.
Each word a piece of my heart
cut open, reshaped, softened
so it doesn’t bleed too loud.
I sit here, staring
at a screen that suddenly feels
like a cliff.
One button.
Just one.
And everything changes.
What if she lets go?
What if she never cared?
What if the silence that follows
is worse than the ache I already live with?
But what if…
what if I’m finally free?
Free from guessing,
from hoping,
from waiting on someone
who only reaches for me
when it’s convenient.
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I never thought love would feel like
typing out a goodbye
with hands shaking
and a heart still begging for one more reason to stay.
But this isn’t about hate.
It’s about peace.
Mine.
And maybe she’ll never know
how long I held on.
How quiet my loyalty was.
How loud the emptiness became.
But I’ll know.
So if this is the last time
my words touch her screen,
I hope she reads them slow.
Because behind every soft sentence
is a love that waited.
And a boy who finally
chose himself.
