IF

The window’s cracked—wet air curls around my spine

Smells like her perfume, or maybe just the last time

I trace the fog—your name appears, then fades

A line between what I imagined and what you never gave

The walls paper thin, like they know what I want

This waiting—it's a weight that pulls and I can't turn it off

You hover in the hallway, barefoot on the floor...

I send you signals—soft, electric, tragic

Don’t speak yet—let the silence bloom

**[Whispered]**

Are you leaning in... or pulling toward your room?

IF the static dies! IF the signal BREAKS!

Would you feel the silence that you make?

IF I disappear! IF I cut the wire!

Would you taste the heat between the distance and desire?

IF.....

IF.....

Is the softest kind of hurt...

Headlights crawl across your ceiling—slow-motion ghosts

Unspoken promises flicker, but they cost the most

I watch your breath—each rise, each fall

A rhythm of secrets you won’t share at all

We shimmer in the half-light, truth turned to haze

Trapped in the resin of our unspoken phase

Love, drops like blood in water—slow and thick

Your hesitation’s venom, and I drink every drip

You love the question—it keeps me chained

But what if I moved first... and rewrote your name?

**[Whispers layered]**

What if I crossed the line... and you let me?

IF the static dies! IF the signal BREAKS!

Would you feel the silence that you make?

IF I disappear! IF I cut the wire!

Would you taste the heat between the distance and desire?

IF.....

IF.....

Is the softest kind of hurt...

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IF the static dies! IF the signal BREAKS!

Would you feel the silence that you make?

IF I disappear! IF I cut the wire!

Would you taste the heat between the distance and desire?

IF.....

IF.....

Is the softest kind of hurt...

🎵🎶🎵🎶

.........if....

🎵🎶🎵🎶

.........if.....

🎵🎶🎵🎶

**[Screamed whisper]**

…Just tell me if…

just tell me…