I am a lover and a leaver
I arrive softly, like rain after unbearable heat, and suddenly everything feels alive again. I love deeply, recklessly, the kind of love that turns small moments sacred late night conversations, half smiles across the room, names spoken quietly like prayers. I make homes out of people while pretending I was never planning to stay.
There is tenderness in me, but also distance
a storm wrapped in silk, a goodbye hidden inside every hello. I kiss like I mean forever. Maybe I do, for the moment. But forever has always sounded too heavy for my restless hands.
So I leave quietly. Like an unread message, a suitcase packed in secret, a door closing gently at midnight. Not because I felt nothing but because I felt everything at once. Maybe that is my tragedy I know how to make hearts feel safe, just not how to remain inside them.
Still, every place I leave keeps a version of me behind a laugh in the hallway, a ghost in the music, a memory sitting silently where I used to be. Because lovers like me never truly disappear. We haunt beautifully.

I arrive softly, like rain after unbearable heat, and suddenly everything feels alive again. I love deeply, recklessly, the kind of love that turns small moments sacred late night conversations, half smiles across the room, names spoken quietly like prayers. I make homes out of people while pretending I was never planning to stay.
There is tenderness in me, but also distance
a storm wrapped in silk, a goodbye hidden inside every hello. I kiss like I mean forever. Maybe I do, for the moment. But forever has always sounded too heavy for my restless hands.
So I leave quietly. Like an unread message, a suitcase packed in secret, a door closing gently at midnight. Not because I felt nothing but because I felt everything at once. Maybe that is my tragedy I know how to make hearts feel safe, just not how to remain inside them.
Still, every place I leave keeps a version of me behind a laugh in the hallway, a ghost in the music, a memory sitting silently where I used to be. Because lovers like me never truly disappear. We haunt beautifully.







