Rooted

After the fireI stood in my own smoke,ribs full of ash,hands blisteredfrom trying to hold every burning branch.|||I called it love.I called it fate.I called it proof that I was too much,or not enough,or somehow built of sparks.|||But I was a forest in drought,roots tangled and frantic,drinking from storms that never stayed,reaching for shelter and … Continue reading Rooted

Love… or Obsession?

Is it love, or obsession?I can’t tell anymore.They tell me, “Stay silent,”As tears spill from my core… While my heart’s lost to visionsOf memories, profound-Connection and laughterthrough this bond we had found…It was something I held to-Clung to, perhaps?What we’d lost, then revived,Gave one last second chance… Sure, the world told us off-Said we weren’t … Continue reading Love… or Obsession?