We Found Love Where It Fell Apart

We Found Love Where It Fell Apart

We found love
in a place that smelled like rain
on old wood floors,
where the lights were low
and the silence tried to be kind.

You held me like you were afraid
I’d disappear—
and maybe I already was.

Outside, the world was loud and careless,
inside, we broke gently,
as if breaking slowly
might hurt less.

Your name stayed on my tongue
long after you left,
like tea gone cold
I still couldn’t stop drinking.

We were fire pretending to be warmth,
burning the house
just to feel alive inside it.

I loved you in fragments—
in the way your jacket smelled,
in the sound of your breath at dawn,
in the spaces you never filled again.

They say love shouldn’t destroy you.
But nobody talks about
how quiet the destruction can be.

We found love, yes—
but it didn’t save us.
It stayed behind instead,
tucked into memory,
soft as dust,
heavy as home.

Onnaya