Nie pozwolę Ci wyjść

A cooled intimacy is like two mugs forgotten on the table: they stand side by side, but the tea has long since gone cold. It seems like we're still together, but in reality, it's just a routine sleep side by side. Words become the last attempt to hold on when feelings have already crumbled to ashes. It hurts, it's upsetting, but it still sounds firm - like admitting to yourself that there will only be shadows and empty echoes if you don't say everything to the end.