It’s real hard to let you go,
and even harder to have you in my life.
I am stuck in between this—
like a bird with broken wings,
longing for the sky
yet too heavy to fly.
My heart moves in circles,
drawn to you,
pushed away from you,
a tide that never finds its shore.
Every choice feels like loss,
every moment like surrender.
Still, I carry you—
in silence,
in shadows,
in the fragile spaces where hope and ache entwine.
For love is both my anchor and my storm,
and you are the reason
I cannot drift free.
I wake with your name in my breath,
and sleep with your absence pressed against me.
The hours stretch thin,
woven with thoughts of you
I cannot silence.
I tell myself to let go,
yet my soul clings tighter,
as though releasing you
would mean unmaking a part of myself.
You are the wound and the balm,
the ache and the comfort,
the dream I chase even as it breaks me.
Perhaps love was never meant to be simple,
never meant to be soft.
Perhaps it is this fire—
burning, consuming, unrelenting—
that proves its truth.
And though it leaves me restless,
though it tears at my spirit,
I would rather suffer with your memory
than live untouched by your flame.
