i curled inside the hush

not out of fear

but to be heard in your marrow

—do you feel the silence humming?

a yearning fingertip

lost in time’s backwash

: drifting toward you

i broke where no one should break

in the soft void of forbidden ache

it burnt

(it kissed me too)

this fever

called love

: it remembered me

if i could sweat blood, i would

a crimson hymn

for you to sing me back

don’t make me beg

the moon to believe

that i—

still want you

even as hope

hangs on breathless air

i chose the quiet

because life screamed too loud

truth was a mirror

cracked beneath my skin

so i buried my voice

in the safest place i knew

: six feet under honesty

you saw me

naked in rustling leaves

forced me to dance

—cut, raw—

in the hush of gossiping trees

until i bled rain

if i could bleed stars, i would

scatter galaxies on your skin

so you would

finally

answer

with your own

divine

wound

i live

in your chest cavity now

bury me gently

when you breathe...

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A final whisper to the stars.

“If I Stayed Silent” is a haunting tribute to Catrinna Layla Morezze — a love letter from the quiet, where grief becomes melody and silence speaks louder than breath.

May your soul rest in light, Layla.

—Rob Morezze