You are all fire—
fast words, loud thoughts,
feeling everything all at once.

You love like a storm,
break things just to see what survives.
You move
without thinking,
but always mean it.

I’m the stillness you crash into.
The quiet breath between your noise.
I take my time.
I watch.
I speak softly
but feel deeply.

You say I don’t show enough.
I think you show too much.
And yet—
somehow, we meet in the middle.

I calm your chaos.
You shake my stillness.
We don’t match—
but we fit.