I wrote this poem late in the evening, thinking about a story that still lives in me, that I hold dear and safe inside my heart.

A story about love. The raw kind. The one that hurts and heals at the same time.

Is it romantic? platonic? unidentified?

Is it about a person? or a passion that you found during the darkest days?

Maybe it's all of the above, and more.

I was pulled in by an invisible force, Or was it the string of fate ? But if I think of it this way, Then every pause, every obstacle, every tension, Is just a knot. And we are still meant to be…

I painted a picture so bright, Created an illusion of a world where pain didn't exist.. And when reality hit me, The wound was deep.

I pretended not to care,

But as if you heard my silent call, You came knocking at my door, On an unforgiving rainy day that was mirroring emotions I tried to ignore.

Leaving felt safe, peaceful. Yet painful… Staying was challenging, Messing up with my senses, my reason, my body… Yet it was sweet.

I wasn't chosing between right and wrong..because they both felt right. I had to chose between myself and you. And I chose you. Before, I was just me. Now my energy is a mix of all your colors. My heart plays your melody when you tug at its strings. You became part of me. And you healed more than what I could feel.

When the sun peeked again, And the flowers bloomed, I found my way back to where I belong. I thought I had strayed, But I was just untangling the knots.

I chose you once, and for life.. So don't let go of me.

Thank you for reading so far 😊

I'll be happy to read your thoughts.