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Where love, heartbreak, and healing live in words
sometimesI thought it would be easierto be alone to sit with the painI already knew the kind that didn’t surprise methe kind I had learnedhow to carry because new love felt like risk like opening doorsI had just barelyclosed and I didn’t know if anyonecould come closewithout leavingsomething broken behind so I chose what felt…
I stumble in shadow,sight stolen by darkness—yet the walls feel known,like a place my soul has wandered before. Grief presses against my chest,a weight so heavy it steals my breath.My heart fractures—alone, cold, trembling.I ask the silence: How did I arrive here? Then—a storm of memory,pages flipping in an album of my life.I’ve walked this…
I don’t live there anymore— the placewhere I accept piecesand call it enough. I don’t take half-loveand try to make it whole. I don’t stay where I am only chosenwhen it’s convenient. Because I know now— I am not something to be returned toin fragments. I am someonewho deserves to be held fully, Or not…
There is a certain kind of heartbreakthat does not arrive loudly. It comes quietly,two exits away from someoneyou once would have crossed oceans for. It sounds like your own heartbeatfilling the carwhile your hands grip the steering wheelhard enough to keep yourself from turning around. He called,and for one dangerous moment,it felt like the beginning…
You took my breath away—not because I was empty,but because I had finally learnedhow to feel again. I thought I had been waiting for you.Thought all the broken pieces of mehad been leading here—to this moment,to you. For so long,I carried my heart in fragments,leaving pieces of it behindin places that never held me. I…
There was a timeI thought love meantholding tighterwhen things began to slip. Now I know— love is not the clenched fist. It is the open handthat can holdand when it must—let go. Sometimes I still see it—a faint circle on my skin,like somethingmy body remembersbefore I do. But it doesn’t pull me underanymore. Now it…
