he brings the storms
his heart is a battlefield of highs and lows
bipolar skies
filled with clouds that shift from sunshine to tempest

and i, i am his mirror
an echo of his broken soul
a child of that storm
torn between the calm and the chaos

we are bound by our blood
by the same fire that roars in our veins
but we are split by the chasm of his silence
his departure is a bridge
burnt by the flames of his own war

in my darkest times, i see him
in my reflection, and in my shadow
and it leaves me wondering
am i chasing the ghost of a man who never learned to stay?

our connection is a wound, scarred deep
where love and pain intertwine
where his legacy is my inheritance
an heirloom of torture
a story that will never come to fruition
and a relationship torn to pieces