I never asked for love,
but somehow, you burned into me
like a wound I didn’t know how to heal.
You were never soft,
never the comfort I thought I could endure.
You were a fire,
and I was the kindling
that couldn’t stop catching,
couldn’t stop burning even when I begged to.

You didn’t come to save me.
You came to break me open
and show me what it feels like
to be seen for all the things I keep hidden—
the pieces of me I’ve tried to bury.
I don’t know if you knew you were doing it,
but with every word,
every touch,
you cracked something inside me
I didn’t want to fix.
You made me confront everything I feared,
and somehow, in all of that pain,
I found the only kind of love
I’ll ever need.

You are not the calm after the storm,
you are the storm...