Salt Line

Can you hear me?!

Can you feel this ache beneath my skin?!

I’ve been dying—

dying for something that doesn’t flinch when I fall apart.

Don’t give me watered-down love.

Don’t hand me healing on a to-do list.

I want something that burns clean.

That rips me open and says—

“I see you. Stay.”

The fact that I can’t deal

is because I’ve dealt for far too long.

With silence. With ghosts.

With people who swore they loved me

but only stayed when I was quiet.

Not anymore.

I want real.

I want a love that doesn’t blink first.

I want peace that doesn’t come at the cost of my fire.

So yes—this is me screaming.

And if you can’t hear it,

maybe you never really listened at all.