You’d rather have the darkest parts of her
than have nothing at all.
You’d rather hold her shadows in your hands,
feel the cold weight of them
drag you under,
than sit alone in the silence
where her voice used to echo.

You’d rather drown in her storms
than stand safely on the shore.
The chaos feels like love,
even when it burns,
even when it bruises.
Because to lose her completely
is a pain you cannot bear,
a void too vast to fill.

You tell yourself it’s worth it—
the...