If it wasn't for him
I would've given up on myself
a long
time ago.
When the nights swallowed me whole,
and my thoughts turned against me,
he was the only one
who saw the fight still left in my bones.
He spoke my name like it mattered,
held me together when I was unraveling,
became the light I couldn't find
on my own.
If it wasn't for *him,*
I wouldn't be here,
learning that maybe—just maybe—
I was always meant to stay.
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ache & after
PoetryAche & After is a poetry collection about emotional aftermath. It explores love that bruises, loss that lingers, trauma that reshapes, and the slow, imperfect process of healing. Written through moments of grief, longing, survival, and self-discover...
