i met someone

right after my healing.

my heart still sore

from stitching itself

back together.

he seems wonderful.

too wonderful.

and i’m scared

scared that the wind

isn’t a breeze

but a storm

coming for what’s left of me.

yet,

his actions… match his words.

a rare alignment

like lightning and calm

sharing the same sky.

i’m falling.

and that scares me.

because from my past,

it all looks

so dark o...

I don’t hate you.

You were the storm

that washed away the weak version of me.

See, I gave you love with no limits,

time with no return,

and patience I couldn’t afford to burn.

You said, “One day it’ll be us,”

but “one day” never came.

And every time I asked for truth,

you made me feel like I was the pain.

So I learned to talk softer,

to need less,

to play peacekeeper in my own stress.

I dimmed m...