Something lost & Something gained
Love is never a waste Even when it ends It leaves a trace Shaping who I am When I see love as an art It softens the heart Not about winning Not about losing But about practicing Learning Creating something beautiful along the way Love always cost something Yet love always gives That duality is the most honest part of it In the mess In the fights In the clumsiness In the chaos And still the quiet hope That we may be kind to each other Love does not need grand gestures It only needs nurture Fed in small and ordinary ways Until one day It blooms And in that simplicity We see what love is meant to be Love is not meant to shrink us It is meant to let us breathe Yet sometimes Even what feels like home must be released “You are the hug that had to end. Though I tried to hold on,” A whisper that carries the ache Of wanting to stay in what felt safe and warm While knowing If I never let go It would break me
