> Certain things are left better unsaid, at least that's what I always told myself. Certain things are better left unsaid, because only God knows what I'd cry out if I did not fear just what you'd think. Certain things left unsaid, things I would never tell you directly.
> Like how I feel like I'll never be a person, memories fragmented and eyes unfocused, pictures left blurry on purpose. It's better if I don't remember those. Like how I fear that my love hurts more than it heals, and that I'm inherently selfish for wanting things like boundaries and respect. If I ask for those, I would put expectations on you. When I expect nothing, it's easier to never be let down. Like how I fear maybe you don't like me, and it's my fault in the end.
> I was the one who put on this facade just so I could pretend to be loved.
> Certain things are better left unsaid, like how we both know maybe this isn't meant to last. I don't expect it to, not when one day you'll be bored of everything I am and we grow apart.
> Certain things are better left unsaid, like how much it hurts to look at you and be reminded of everyone I wish I was.
> Certain things are left better unsaid, words that we both know, truths we both don't want to admit.
> Certain things are better unsaid. It's hard to face you otherwise.
> So we can both pretend, for now.