My Cardboard Balcony

I Can't Words Good by Belinda Roddie Disregard the message I left on your phone or the note I stuck on your desk back at home. I was incoherent in both. So I'll try saying, "I love you," again with kisses once you're done with work.

Everyone likes to tell me that I'm brave, and frankly, I'm wondering if they're just talking to the wrong person. I lack courage, kind of like how a desert lacks water, or space lacks oxygen. I just don't see myself as heroic or bold or daring at all. In truth, I'd rather just hide away from the world, holding in the folds of book pages and pretending that I don't exist.