Feels like we’re going different directions,
as if you wouldn’t miss my presence,
as if you wouldn’t notice my absence.
I let you become my sun, only wanted to be with you.
I thought I wasn’t worthy of you, asked to be only a distant moon.
Unbeknownst to me and you, I was always more than we assumed.
I didn’t understand the fire, trapped under pressure.
Hidden away, cloaked in the pain, becoming something we couldn’t see coming.
The illusion of invisibility bursts
when we collide.
Image by Matti Matic from Pixabay
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