My Raw Unscripted Life

We started in the stratosphere, a high-bandwidth spark,
Mapping out a future and dancing in the dark.
Intellect and spirit, the vision and the skin,
A heavy-duty orbit where the deeper truths begin.

But while the pillars held us up, the floor began to fray,
I noticed every little thing you didn’t quite say.
A comment with a jagged edge, a dismissive sort of tone,
A seeds of misalignment that I let remain unsown.

I was generous with nuance, I was patient with the “almost,”
While I watched you drift away like a disappearing ghost.
I tucked the 5% away, deep inside my sleeve,
Trying to find a reason to continue to believe.

But silence has a ledger, and the debt began to rise,
While I looked at you with clarity and intellectual eyes.
I rationalized the friction, I ignored the inner hum,
Until the weight of everything had finally made me numb.

Then the threshold hit its limit—the internal “boom” arrived,
The audit of the months that our connection had survived.
I spoke the truth I’d harbored, every fracture, every debt,
And you reacted like a man who hadn’t seen the threat.

To you, it was an explosion, a fire in the night,
But for me, it was the ending of a long and losing fight.
You called it “too much” drama to protect your “not enough,”
Because you couldn’t handle intimacy when the road got rough.

I am learning now to whisper when the sting is only small,
Before the 5% becomes a massive, breaking wall.
If you cannot hear the murmur of the truth within my soul,
You were never meant to walk with me and help me keep it whole.