You

The world was burning loud around me,

voices clashing, days collapsing,

everything felt like it was crumbling into pieces,

too sharp to hold.

like I was walking barefoot

across shards of glass

that no one else seemed to see.

I woke with storms in my chest,

went to sleep with thunder in my head,

and everywhere I turned

the world pressed harder,

too fast, too loud,

too much of everything

and never enough of peace.

I was drowning in noise,

choking on the weight of everything 

I couldn’t control.

And yet,

in the middle of that chaos,

There was you.

You, with the quiet steadiness

that felt like a hand reaching through fire.

You, whose voice softened the sharp edges

the way the sea smooths broken stone.

You, who never demanded my storms to vanish,

but instead stood in the rain with me,

letting me lean on your shoulder

until I could remember

what light feels like.

It wasn’t that the chaos stopped, 

Oh, the world still spun madly,

days still unraveled,

and I still tripped over my own shadows.

But when I found you in the middle of it all,

the noise didn’t seem so loud,

the breaking didn’t seem so final.

Because love, I’ve learned,

is not the ending of storms,

but the place we return to

when we’re soaked through,

a place that says,

“I’ll hold you anyway.”

So I don't care if the world cracks and crumbles,

let nights stretch long and heavy.

As long as I can turn and find you

sitting in the wreckage with me,

smiling softly through the dust,

I will know I’m not lost.

Because even in the middle of chaos,

there was always,

and will always be,

You.

-dmnd