still, you. still you
I hurl words
like stones into water,
waiting for ripples,
a break in the surface.
but you — still.
a mirror lake,
untouched,
unmoved.
I press closer,
palms on glass,
hoping for cracks,
for something to give.
but still, you —
unyielding.
a silence louder
than every scream.
and still,
it’s you I aim for,
you I return to,
you I keep throwing against,
even when nothing breaks,
even when nothing moves.
still, you.
still you.
Posted Aug 20, 2025, 7:23 PM UTC
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