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 everything is still together, but in reality it is just a routine sleep side by side. Words become the last attempt to hold on when feelings are already crumbling into ashes. It hurts, it's upsetting, but it still sounds firm - as if admitting to yourself that there will only be shadows and empty echoes if you don't say everything to the end.