I wonder if I’ll ever run out of words
Sometimes I fear I will run out of words
But if I do
Will you still stay?
When I’m stumbling over letters
When I’m lost and numb
When I don’t know if I’ll ever get my voice back
Are we capable of enjoying each other’s silence?
Or will it be much for you?
Will it be too real for you?
I think that’s just my delusional optimism
You won’t stay because you’ll be bored
You won’t stay because shiny toys are just plastic when the newness wears off
I don’t blame you
There are few who stay
Not for what someone gives them
But for who they are.