You thought I would break
slowly, quietly,
the way a life erodes when no one’s watching.
But I didn’t stay down.
I walked out of the wreckage
still breathing,
still becoming.
I carry you—
not as a weight,
but as a small ember
I sometimes feel glowing
in the pocket of my memory.
From what shattered,
I built something steady:
a voice that doesn’t shake,
a love that doesn’t disappear,
a life that holds its shape
even when the wind rises.
You linger in the soft corners of my mind.
I let it ache when it needs to.
Because the truth is this:
you were the force
that taught me how to land
when falling felt like fate.
You were the storm.
I was the field—
flattened, changed,
but seeded with something
that only grows after lightning.
Your imprint stays—
faint, indelible—
a watermark on the man I’ve become.
My heart still stirs
at what you gave,
what you broke,
what you revealed.
Your shadow moves through old dreams.
Your voice echoes
in the quiet between breaths.
But I stand now—
whole, loved, alive—
not despite what we were,
but because I walked through it
and kept going.
Your beauty fades only in time,
never in meaning.
I keep you in the gentlest chamber of my heart—
not as the wound that cut me,
but as the wind
that pushed me forward
into the light
I didn’t know I could claim.
Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 11:18 AM UTC
You thought I would break
slowly, quietly,
the way a life erodes when no one’s watching.
But I didn’t stay down.
I walked out of the wreckage
still breathing,
still becoming.
I carry you—
not as a weight,
but as a small ember
I sometimes feel glowing
in the pocket of my memory.
From what shattered,
I built something steady:
a voice that doesn’t shake,
a love that doesn’t disappear,
a life that holds its shape
even when the wind rises.
You linger in the soft corners of my mind.
I let it ache when it needs to.
Because the truth is this:
you were the force
that taught me how to land
when falling felt like fate.
You were the storm.
I was the field—
flattened, changed,
but seeded with something
that only grows after lightning.
Your imprint stays—
faint, indelible—
a watermark on the man I’ve become.
My heart still stirs
at what you gave,
what you broke,
what you revealed.
Your shadow moves through old dreams.
Your voice echoes
in the quiet between breaths.
But I stand now—
whole, loved, alive—
not despite what we were,
but because I walked through it
and kept going.
Your beauty fades only in time,
never in meaning.
I keep you in the gentlest chamber of my heart—
not as the wound that cut me,
but as the wind
that pushed me forward
into the light
I didn’t know I could claim.
Inspired by the song 25 by Pretty Reckless
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