at first, love felt like a fire too close to skin.
every spark a warning, every warmth a threat.
i learnt to flinch from tenderness,
i learnt to tremor at every extra heartbeat.
for this kind of kindness is a trap.
my heart carried the memory of broken glass
every smile looked broken to me,
they look sharp and i let time pass.
i thought love was just another name,
for losing myself in someone elses hands.
but time softened the edges,
made it easy to hold,
made all of the before ridges,
able to be exchanged for gold.
and suddenly, im sold.
now i know, love is not always a storm,
it can instead be a shelter,
like your favourite jacket being worn,
until you eventually felt better.
maybe, that fear was just an echo,
of old wounds speaking too loudly,
love doesnt always mean low blows,
and bad thoughts can become cloudy.