In the Bloom Before the Break
You spoke like healing, soft and slow, Like a pink rose starting to grow In the bloom before the break— A fragile love I didn’t fake. I was just about to fly, Touch the stars, kiss the sky. You gave me wings then took the light, Left me falling through the night. I’d thank you for what hope it brings, But I never knew you’d cut my wings. You bloomed in me like something true, But petals fall—they always do. The rose you gave turned into thorn, And I was bleeding, barely warned. You gave me dreams then clipped the strings— Now I’m learning how to sing Without your gift, without your wings. You said you’d catch me on the rebound, But you were the fall, no safety found. Thought we were crashing into love, Not a ghost I couldn’t rise above.