Drafts
I typed a message
and deleted it again.
It shouldn’t be this hard
to just say “hey”—
but somehow it feels like
I’m asking for too much.
I watch the little “online” sign
come and go,
wondering if you saw me,
and chose
not to reply.
Maybe I’m overthinking.
Maybe I’m not.
Maybe I’m just tired
of feeling like
every conversation
only exists
because I start it.
So I sit there,
rewriting the same sentence,
again and again—
until there’s nothing left to say.
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