|| My Personal Heaven, My Personal Hell ||

In moments wrapped in quiet grace,

You held me close in love’s embrace.

The world grew still, its chaos hushed—

As if my window panes were brushed.

Our love, once patient, long restrained,

Broke free like wild, unspoken rain.

You kissed me then, the stars stood still—

My soul began to break and heal.

You lit the dark with just your gaze,

And set my frozen heart ablaze.

I wept and danced, a silent scream,

Caught somewhere deep inside a dream.

You chose my joy—your own denied,

And in that act, our truths collide.

Your arms, a place where demons cease,

A battlefield, yet a source of peace.

We never speak of what we feel,

Lest words make burning truths too real.

You are my angel, winged and wild,

And hellfire's kiss—both saint and child.

To love you is to lose control,

To want to worship, kill, console.

You’re soft and kind, you feed my soul,

Yet leave me fractured, never whole.

You read me like your sacred text,

Guess every move before the next.

You soothe my ache, my silent scream—

And haunt me in each broken dream.

This love is easy, pure and true,

But hell is loving only you.

And so I burn, I breathe, I dwell—

In heaven’s arms, through personal hell.

But still I stay inside that frame,

Where love once dared to speak my name.

Just living in that breathless air,

When we were whole—beyond repair.

#moonshines