The Warrior Within

I loved you

like gravity loves the earth

quiet, constant,

pulling everything toward you

without ever needing a word.

You were a constellation in my chest.

Every glance, a spark.

Every breath near you,

butterflies in my core

beating their wings like angels drunk on devotion.

I would have moved heaven

tilted stars,

rewritten fate

just to keep your name safe

inside my heartbeat.

But then

the fracture.

Not loud.

Not loud enough.

Just

a glance too long

a message too late

a truth too quiet.

And suddenly

love became a blade

you slid between my ribs

with the same hands

that once trembled to hold me.

I would have taken a thousand fists

to the face,

to the soul

rather than the silence

you left behind.

Because silence is a crueler killer.

It doesn’t bruise

it echoes.

And every night,

your betrayal played

like a broken record

scraping through my chest.

A loop of lies.

A tsunami of tears

that had no shore.

I feared the quiet,

because that’s where your ghost lived

not in memories,

but in the spaces

where your voice should have been.

But then

something shifted.

The storm passed

not because it ended,

but because I did not.

I learned:

The deepest wounds

are carved in the hearts

of those built to rise.

I am not ruined.

I am remade.

I am not broken.

I am battle-forged.

Because the hardest wars

are given to the fiercest warriors

and I?

I am one.

So hear this:

I loved you like a universe.

But I survived you

like a god.