It started like a dream,
Like poetry wrapped in silk,
Like a love song played on repeat,
Like a fairytale where I was finally the main character.
They called me perfect before they knew my flaws,
Made promises before they knew my past,
Built castles in the sky before we had a foundation on the ground.
And I?
I believed it.
Because who wouldn’t want love
That doesn’t hesitate?
Who wouldn’t want a heart
That beats only for them?
Who wouldn’t want a love so intense
It burns like wildfire?
But here’s the thing about wildfires
They don’t keep you warm,
They consume you whole.
At first, it was sweet words,
Messages that never stopped,
Good morning, good afternoon, good night,
I miss you, I need you, I love you,
Too much, too soon, too fast,
But I mistook obsession for devotion.
They called me the one before they knew my middle name,
Said forever when we hadn’t even lived a season,
Held my hand so tight,
I mistook the pressure for passion.
And when I gasped for air,
When I tried to slow down,
When I said, “Let’s take our time,”
Their love turned to lightning,
Bright, electric then gone in a flash.
Suddenly, the messages slowed,
The calls stopped,
The attention they gave so freely
Became a currency I had to beg for.
What happened to the one who swore
I was their moon, their stars, their everything?
What happened to the one who said
They couldn’t breathe without me?
Did they suddenly learn how to survive?
Or was I never the air they needed?
Just a temporary high,
A game of chase,
A love so grand,
Until it wasn’t.
And there I stood,
Dizzy from the whiplash,
Heart in my hands,
Wondering if I imagined it all.
But love doesn’t drown you in devotion
Only to starve you of affection.
Love doesn’t rush like a hurricane
Only to leave you in silence.
Love is not intensity,
It’s consistency.
It’s not drowning,
It’s breathing together.
It’s not possession,
It’s presence.
So no,
I don’t want love that burns bright and fades fast.
I don’t want a heart that races just to run away.
I don’t want to be showered in words
Only to be abandoned in actions.
Because love is not an explosion,
It’s a steady flame.
And next time,
I’ll wait for the fire
That warms me,
Not the one that leaves me in ashes.
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