20250723 Clinging on

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Clinging on 

Hands I reached out he shunned away, not from lack—

but from knowing emotions would crack

against the jagged edge of fate,

so he chose the distance, chose the weight.

He gave me a wound that spared the knife, 

Not to save his heart, but mine,

He built the firewall, he drew the line.

And in that longing for mercy soaked in pain,

I lost him—not once, but time and again.

—After knowing the Why—

I did not lose him— he still walks and talks

heartbeat and breath

in the same hush between, 

I could sense his easing,

But that feeling for him though, has shed its skin. 

Ain’t broken, not betrayed—

I just reassembled, thoughts and emotions softly frayed.

No longer heart, body and soul aligned,

but something quieter, redefined.

And now the whole of him I see—Truthfully,

too gently severed to be the past we.

抓住

我伸出的手，他却躲开了，并非因为缺乏——

而是因为他知道感情终将在

命运的锯齿边缘破碎，

所以他选择了距离，选择了负担。

他给了我一道免于刀刺的伤口，

不是为了拯救他自己，而是为了拯救我的心，

他筑起了防火墙，划清了界限。

在痛苦中渴望怜悯，

我失去了他——不止一次，而是一次又一次。

——在知道“为什么”之后——

我没有失去他——他依然行走、说话，

心跳和呼吸

在同样的静谧中，

我能感受到他的放松，

但对他的那份暇想与情怀，却已褪去。

没有破碎，没有背叛——

我只是重新组合，情感轻轻地磨损。

不再是心、身、灵的统一，

而是某种更安静、更清晰的东西。

如今我已看清他的全貌——真实地，

被温柔地割断，不再是过去的我们。