They say love should be—
the calm in the chaos,
the warmth when life turns cold.
But ours?
It felt like thunder on a cloudless day,
a burden I carried even when skies were clear.
Even when in peace,
you made me feel like
I was preparing for a war;
a war I didn’t want in the first place.
Even in times of silence and stillness,
my heart raced—not out of joy,
but out of fear of what that silence might bring.
I wanted love that would catch me,
not one that questioned why I stumbled.
I wanted softness amidst the storms—
but what I got was a storm stealing my peace.
I guess some loves do not wait
for hard times to test them—
they just crumble under their own weight
without needing any reason.
And maybe—
love isn’t always supposed to be this hard,
especially when the world wasn’t even hurting.
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*image: bill ringer / unsplash
