#DistanceIn
it’s on me.
on my soft, stupid
wide-open
heart.
always mistaking
hollow rooms
for homes.
Wrong
don’t look at me like that —like I was a side streetyou turned down by accident,and I mistook it fordestination. you were the kind of quietthat felt like thunderin my chest.I thought it meant something.you just didn’t speak much. // my fault //for dressing your distancein meaning.for thinking your shrug…
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June 26, 2025 at 9:12 AM