i thought i was doing good.
i let myself open up,
not all the way,
just enough to feel brave.

and maybe i hoped
he’d know what to say.
but maybe that’s on me.
maybe no one knows what to say.

now the conversation feels quieter
than any silence we left.
and i wish i could go back
to the moment before i ruined it.
but more than that,
i wish i didn’t ruin everything with sadness.