We met—opposites colliding,
your fire, my calm,
a storm we couldn’t control.
Our rise and fall broke the shape of us,
left cracks where once we fit.
Nature noticed—the flowers scattered,
their stories lost in the wind.
The path felt sharp beneath our feet,
our love, a river that never found its sea.
We let the wind sing for us,
but we never sang back.
Kisses tasted like wonder,
hugs sank deep, like roots into soil.
For a moment,
we forgot the chaos.
But our heads bowed under the weight,
our minds tangled in what-ifs,
our lips burning, freezing—
always feeling, never still.
We were both fire and ice,
burning, cooling,
trying to hold something
we couldn’t keep.
