The Quiet Weight..

There’s so much I never say. The little aches that feel too small to name. The almost-confessions I swallow because I’m scared of what might echo back. I love in half-sentences, apologize without words, miss people I pretend I forgot. Sometimes I rewrite entire conversations in my head just to make them kinder. I carry thank-yous and I’m-sorrys and please-don’t-leaves like loose threads wrapped around my ribs. And maybe one day I’ll untie them. Or maybe I won’t. But they live here, quiet, anyway. ~Frozenova.