I loved her like a storm, wild and untamed,
A fire in my chest that I couldn’t have named.
She was the sea and I, the drowning soul,
Falling deeper, lost in her pull.
She was the night, and I loved her dark,
With all of her shadows, every hidden mark.
Her silence spoke in ways no words could reach,
I was the shore, eroded by each wave’s breach.
I loved her like gravity, pulling me down,
Every breath of hers, a prayer, a sound.
I would’ve burned alive to keep her warm,
A heart wide open, weathering the storm.
But love, this love, it tore me apart,
A wrecked vessel, with a breaking heart.
I loved her so deeply, so fiercely, it’s true—
But it wasn’t enough to pull her through.
I still love her
