She doesn't arrive, she appears. 
Like a truth you can't unsee. 
She's the myth, the memory. 
The writer and the written. 
The pain and the potion. 
She's blessed and she's cursed 
She walks between worlds,  
burns bridges for warmth. 
She's the reason gods fall, and mortals rise. 
She's the answer to your prayer. 
Destroyer and Savior, all in one breath. 
Bow to her chaos,
rise with her love. 
Called by the stars not born of earth. 
Time can't erase her forged grace.

I Waited In Your Silence

I waited in your silence. 
I waited for you, and it hurt. 
The waiting cost me my self-worth,  
sometimes my dignity,  
sometimes my sanity. 
The sad truth is, yes- all that waiting was in vain. 
Because all you ever handed me was nothing.
 Not even pain,
 just absence,
just the echo of what I thought I saw. 
It was the price of falling in love with the man I saw inside you, 
not the man who actually stood before me. 
Then I saw you with my own eyes. 
I saw you returned with no words, 
only more silence. 
And the truth cut deep: 
You were never going to give me anything but hope to starve on,  
followed by silence, A silence that grew so loud it became unbearable. 
I wait in your silence no longer. because every empty hour only made me stronger. 
So thank you,
twin flame, lesson, wound, and teacher. Job well done. 
I hope someday you find joy and freedom, instead of living chained to obligation and regret, bound by the choices that hold you where you are now.