🎭 "I Stopped Asking"

I didn’t find her,

the version of me I once searched for

in every silence,

in every broken mirror.

I stopped asking questions,

not because I found peace,

but because the answers

started to hurt her.

She’d sit in the dark,

ears covered,

tears trembling on the edge—

and I?

I couldn’t watch her break again.

So I stopped.

Not because I healed,

but because I couldn’t

watch her bleed

from my curiosity.

Now, I just let her smile—

even if it's fake,

even if it's stitched with silence.

She deserves that moment of pretend joy,

to dance in the lie,

just for a little while.

So I fooled myself again,

like I always do—

told her we’re okay,

and didn’t ask

what she was hiding this time.

Because deep down,

I’m still scared to ask:

What is she running from?

And what if the answer…

is me?