I fell in love—
slowly,
then all at once.

I let go of someone
who loved me enough
to move heaven and earth
just to keep me from crying.

Someone who held me,
apologized with his eyes,
and carried the weight of my hurt
as if it were his own.

But I let him go—
for the hundred things he didn’t do,
for the sweetness of your words
that felt like promises.

And so, I fell—
slowly,
then all at once.

You became the echo in my days,
the reflection I swore was mine.
You felt like me
in another body,
the same soul
wearing different skin.

Life turned into a song,
bright and careless—
a Taylor Swift melody
spun with hope.

Naïve,
I told you that on that taxi ride back home.

I fell for you—
and you left.
Or maybe you were never here at all,
only an illusion
my love-starved heart
painted into being.

And maybe the blame is mine—
for trusting words
you never meant,
for trading someone
who made life feel easy
for the echo of someone
who was never real.

Now I carry it with me—
this fragile truth,
this paper thin forever
that scattered like ash
when I tried to hold it.