Your words built the protective walls of our fortress stronger and taller. When your lips formed the sentences that painted our love you anchored your affection into my soul.
It grounded me, assured me. You took my breath away but I was breathing better. I was in an internal tug of war between euphoric collapse and absolute calmness because of the promising face of our future.
What I formed in my mind clouded my reality, painting over your shallow stance, your weak facade, and your empty claims. Your flame was the strongest when you saw me melt into a river taking course towards the sea.
You thought you were drawing me near, savoring what we had and sculpting me back into being yours. The flame and the sea don’t go together, my dear, we only move further apart in hopes of survival.
There were days when all I wanted was to hear you fill my disillusioned void with something to grasp onto. In your mind, we were being saved, but you forced us into a ravine. Now your silence is my favorite sound.