No Edges
They tried to draw me in lines straight ones, mostly clean and easy to understand like love was a hallway with only two doors
I kept opening windows
I don't fall for bodies the way they expect not shapes not categories not the names people cling to like instructions
I fall for gravity
For the way someone's mind pulls me in slow the way a voice can feel like home before I even know the address the way a soul can hum at the same frequency as mine
Call it confusing if you need to call it greedy indecisive too much
But I've never felt more certain than when I stopped choosing from the options I was given
Love isn't a box I check it's a current and I am done pretending I can only flow one way
I have loved softness and I have loved fire I have loved people who don't fit into your language and people who do but still surprise me
There are no edges here no borders to defend
Just connection raw and untranslatable spanning everything you tried to divide
And maybe that scares you this refusal to simplify
But I am not complicated
I am just honest in a world that prefers things to be smaller than they are










