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 out there.

but if only

he’d turn around,

just once

show me his face

in the light

then i’ll know.

if it’s the storm

that breaks me again,

or the magic

that saves me,

or maybe

just maybe

the hope

that love

can still be real.