It's strange…
How silence can feel so loud,
How the absence of your words
Can turn my thoughts into a crowd.
When you don't reply,
When you suddenly disappear,
My mind starts creating fears
I don't want to hear.
Did I say something wrong?
Did something change?
Or am I just overthinking
Something that's still the same?
I hate this side of me…
This anxious little part,
That depends on your presence
To calm my heart.
But that's what you've done—
You've become my peace,
And without you,
That peace starts to decrease.