Feb 13, 2025
Love Lives Here
Hatred knocked at my doorafter the storm,its cold fingers touching the warmth I still had.A bad breakup, a fissure in the world,and it whispered,“Let me in.”But I peered deep insideand only those glowing coals of what had been,the tender moon of love still twinkling,refusing to be smothered.Only love lives here.Bitters followed,its roots digging into the foundation of my chest,a sour, bitter…