{"id":3035,"date":"2025-01-29T12:54:59","date_gmt":"2025-01-29T12:54:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/?p=3035"},"modified":"2025-01-29T12:55:04","modified_gmt":"2025-01-29T12:55:04","slug":"love-me-then-leave-me-by-walking-shadow-poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/love-me-then-leave-me-by-walking-shadow-poetry\/","title":{"rendered":"Love Me, Then Leave Me by walking shadow poetry."},"content":{"rendered":"\n

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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They called me perfect <\/strong>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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I?
I believed it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because who wouldn\u2019t want love
That doesn\u2019t hesitate?
Who wouldn\u2019t want a heart
That beats only for them?
Who wouldn\u2019t want a love so intense
It burns like wildfire?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But here\u2019s the thing about wildfires
They don\u2019t keep you warm,
They consume you whole.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They called me <\/strong>the one before they knew my middle name,
Said forever when we hadn\u2019t even lived a season,
Held my hand so tight,
I mistook the pressure for passion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And when I gasped for air,
When I tried to slow down,
When I said, \u201cLet\u2019s take our time,\u201d
Their love turned to lightning,
Bright, electric then gone in a flash.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly, the messages slowed,
The calls stopped,
The attention they gave so freely
Became a currency I had to beg for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What happened to the one who swore
I was their moon, their stars, their everything?
What happened to the one who said
They couldn\u2019t breathe without me?
Did they suddenly learn how to survive?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Or was I never the air they needed?
Just a temporary high,
A game of chase,
A love so grand,
Until it wasn\u2019t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And there I stood,
Dizzy from the whiplash,
Heart in my hands,
Wondering if I imagined it all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But love doesn\u2019t drown you in devotion
Only to starve you of affection.
Love doesn\u2019t rush like a hurricane
Only to leave you in silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Love is not intensity,
It\u2019s consistency.
It\u2019s not drowning,
It\u2019s breathing together.
It\u2019s not possession,
It\u2019s presence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So no,
I don\u2019t want love that burns bright and fades fast.
I don\u2019t want a heart that races just to run away.
I don\u2019t want to be showered in words
Only to be abandoned in actions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because love is not an explosion,
It\u2019s a steady flame.
And next time,
I\u2019ll wait for the fire
That warms me,
Not the one that leaves me in ashes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

@admin<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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. 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