theshapeofwhatimiss

[theshapeofwhatimiss]

🌙 A Whisper Between Days

Some moments do not shout.

They arrive like quiet rain,

slipping through the cracks

between what you felt

and what you could never say.

Boston watches the raindrops fall,

his eyes holding a silence

I cannot name.

I keep those moments close—

folded in the corners of my memory,

where time cannot touch them.

Do you have a moment

you keep hidden,

safe from the world? 💫

[theshapeofwhatimiss]

🧵 The Thread I Never Pulled

Sometimes we don’t pull the thread.

Not because we’re afraid…

But because we already know how it ends.

📜 Now live on Inkinspired

A quiet unraveling for the ones who kept breathing anyway.

[theshapeofwhatimiss]

If My Tears Were the Glue

He came to me glitched.
Dark.
Cracked.
Trembling like a song that forgot how to end.

And I, in my silence,
felt something I couldn't name.
Fear, yes.
But love, too.

So I said nothing.
Only held him,
and in the weight of that embrace,
I heard everything.

If my tears were the glue to fix his glitches—
I would cry.
If my laughter was too loud and disturbed his sleep—
I would hush.
If my questions sliced deeper into wounds I couldn’t see—
I would go quiet.

Not out of shame,
but out of love.
A love not meant to own.
But to be there.
To stay.
To witness the collapse
and offer warmth anyway.

I don’t need him perfect.
I only need him real.
And he was.
In my arms.
Even glitched.

I never wanted to use him.
Only to love him.

Forever.
Together.

[theshapeofwhatimiss]

The Shape of You Still Lives Here

Some days, you’re a scent

caught in my scarf.

Other days,

a phantom echo in the hallway.

But always,

you are the shape

of what I still miss.

And I walk around you carefully,

like memory is made of glass.