Maybe I’m just writing about the things I can’t bring myself to say. Like the way I hold onto shattered pieces so tight that they’re embedded in my skin forever.

Hands that shake fear of dropping anything they hold- and that’s why I can never bring myself to reach out for yours.

I’m the darkness glued to light and it feels like I’m living in a constant shadow. Eating sad words and wondering why I feel so fucking sick.

I want to float to a place where no one will let me go- where they hang on so tight that my walls break down and I finally let myself give in. Where safety can wrap me in a some sort of understanding in knowing that I feel everything at once, and that’s okay. Maybe I’m just writing about things I can’t bring myself to say. -AMT ©️