You cut through my thoughts,
silencing the noise in my mind,
yet somehow leaving me longing
for a conversation
too intimate for words.
You dare your theories into me,
testing the places
I keep hidden,
touching truths
I never meant to reveal.
You gather the pieces
I had left shattered,
turning them over gently,
as if each broken part
still belonged to you.
You fulfilled your chance.
You found your moment.
And somewhere between
what you dared to ask
and what I dared to feel,
you became the thought
I could no longer silence.
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