It starts with fireworks,
explosions of light
too bright to question,
too dazzling to resist.
Every word is a spark,
every touch a flame
burning so beautifully
you forget the heat can hurt.
They paint the world in colors
you didn’t know you could see,
build castles in the clouds
with promises that taste
too sweet to swallow.
You believe in the fairy tale
because their voice makes it real,
because the story
is what you’ve always wanted to hear.
But the glitter fades,
the echoes grow cold,
and the castle crumbles
when the walls were never meant to stand.
You find yourself
in the ashes of their affection,
trying to piece together
what was real
and what was only a game.
The silence comes next—
a void where their voice once lived.
You wonder if it’s your fault,
if the spark died because
you didn’t burn brightly enough.
But the truth whispers slowly:
it was never your fire they craved,
only the power
of holding the match.
Love Bombing Experience: My ex overwhelmed me with intense affection, expensive gifts, and big promises—talking about marriage early on, showering me with excessive attention, and moving things faster than I was comfortable with. As my first relationship, I didn’t recognize the warning signs. I believed the love was real until my friends helped me see that it was all just a game of control and manipulation. My ex was a gaslighter, twisting my feelings and making me question my own reality. I wish my first experience with love could have been better—something real, healthy, and built on trust rather than deception.
