He was a quiet storm
A shadow slipping through the edges of my days,
Mysterious like a secret whispered
Just beyond reach,
Something I couldn’t stop chasing.
We shared moments
Small, electric sparks in the dark,
Laughter spilling like wildfire,
Silence heavy with everything left unsaid,
A pull between two souls tangled deep.
I gave him all of me
Scarred, open, trembling with fragile hope,
And he held pieces of my heart
Like they were something precious,
Something worth guarding.
Then the world shifted
Distance stretched like an endless night,
He became a ghost cloaked in silence,
Marching away while I waited
In empty spaces where echoes of us lingered.
But still, I held on
Sending words into the void,
My heart whispering secrets into the silence,
Aching for a reply that never came.
When he came back, cold and distant,
I held him tight, searching for the spark between us
Craving the fire in his hands, even if it burned.
His arms wrapped around me like the last breath of summer,
Our bodies weaving stories deeper than words.
He left behind traces
Faint as dusk shadows on my skin,
Soft reminders of where he once was
But the deepest stains are etched inside my chest
The raw ache of craving,
The ache of wanting more,
Even when it cuts so deep it bleeds.
I’m caught in a storm between letting go
And clutching him too tight,
Torn between fragile hope and shattering heartbreak,
Between the love burning in my veins
And the silence that screams in my ears.
How do you walk away
When you’re already stitched into someone’s soul?
How do you say goodbye
To the one who made your heart a wildfire,
Only to leave it smoldering in ash?
I want more
More of his touch, his laughter, his breath
Even if it means breaking,
Even if it means losing everything.
Because loving him
Is both my curse and my salvation.
And maybe that’s all love ever is
A beautiful, painful mess
That we chase like shadows at dusk,
Even when it hurts too much to hold.