I used to think heartbreak
and the earth forgets the shape of the body beneath it.
But grief is more lunar than that.
Pulls tides from oceans you thought had finally gone still.
loving you feels like standing in moonlight
realizing I am not haunted by him—
I am haunted by the woman
to examine sunlight for hidden knives.
Who mistook inconsistency for chemistry,
from stars already collapsing.
gentle in ways that make my chest ache.
You love me with both hands open.
With reassurance repeated enough times
it should have quieted every fear by now.
your tenderness illuminates old ruins.
Not because I want to return there.
in the way oceans are past storms—
but it does not turn around.
You, with your impossible softness.
Your stubborn way of making me feel
wanted without condition,
special without performance,
Because what if I am walking toward forever
What if, beneath wedding whites
an old name flickers through my mind
like lightning too far away to touch—
not because love remains,
but because pain leaves fingerprints
if the moon crosses my thoughts,
it is not because I belong to the night.
who met my trembling with tenderness
The man who keeps loving me
through questions I am ashamed to ask aloud.
The man I want to pour every remaining version of myself into.
Not because you saved me.
until being loved stopped feeling like a trick of the light.
Because when I look at you,
I do not see my past repeated.
I see the ocean after the storm—
but finally capable of reflecting the sun.
who was once starving for crumbs
learning how to trust a feast.
without looking over my shoulder.
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