something to lose
vi. something to lose
estefaaano_writes
i used to walk through fire
like it was just weather,
red tongues licking at my ankles,
nothing burning but the air.
i lived on the fault line
of my own life,
waiting for the earth to swallow me...
it never did.
nothing shook me.
nothing made me flinch.
i was a stone.
i was already dead.
i watched planes fall from the sky
on evening news,
ravens dropping,
ate dinner alone with my ghost,
went to bed alone with the dark,
woke up to nothing,
and called it freedom.
what a lie that was.
then you arrived
like a bill i couldn't pay.
like a house i couldn't afford to lose.
and suddenly I had skin in the game,
suddenly i was mortal,
breakable; afraid.
you gave me something to lose.
now i understand why people
lock their doors at night.
why they buy insurance against death,
why they hold on with white knuckles,
why they scream when the train comes.
you filled me in.
you colored between the lines.
and i used to think
you could hear the ocean in a seashell,
what a childish thing to believe.
but when i press my ear
to your chest at night
and i swear i hear it.
the whole vast ocean,
the waves that ever broke,
the tides that ever turned,
and i'm afraid for the first time in my life,
that one day the sound will stop.





"I was a stone. I was already dead."
ReplyDeleteThis is the most honest description of depression/numbness I’ve ever ever read.
This hit me right in the soul.
ReplyDeleteThis is the heart of the collection. To go from 'lonely hearted' to 'afraid to lose someone' is the ultimate arc.
ReplyDeleteMortal, breakable, afraid. That’s love.
ReplyDeleteestefaaano_writes, you really outdid yourself with this one.
ReplyDeleteI’m reading this and holding my own chest. The whole vast ocean line is breathtaking.
ReplyDeleteWoke up to nothing and called it freedom—what a lie that was.’ That line just called out my entire 20s. lol.
ReplyDelete"Nothing shook me. Nothing made me flinch."
ReplyDeleteI remember being in that phase. It’s not freedom, it’s just emptiness.
From stone to skin. 🪨➡️✨
ReplyDeletetransition from being fire-proof to being mortal is everything.
ReplyDeleteI used to think you could hear the ocean in a seashell too. But hearing it in someone’s chest... that’s the real magic.
ReplyDeleteWhite knuckles and vast oceans. 🌊
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