Friends don't kiss.

Do they?

I don't know anymore.

I tried going back to wearing my heart on my sleeve.

It's fucking terrifying.

So I pulled back in.

What courage did I once have?

More importantly where did it stem from?

It doesn't matter now.

I'm afraid to take leaps.

But being bitter is tiring

So I'll stick to a slow pace.

I'll crawl if I have to.

I can't be stagnant.

I guess this is a true testament of time.

I've changed.