Ive Constructed A Fortress Around MyselfBelieving It Would Protect MeInstead, It Has Become A PrisonIsolating
I’ve constructed a fortress around myself Believing it would protect me Instead, it has become a prison Isolating me From the warmth of your heart.
—Flynn Caulfield
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"You hold a pretty special place in my heart."
—Flynn Caulfield
Drowning
Sunlight kissed our petals, and gentle rain nourished our roots. We bloomed together. The world was a blur of colors, sounds, and the relentless pressure of your gaze.
We’d been inseparable, or so we thought. But seasons change. And the cracks in our perfect image were growing wider. Deeper. You thrived in the spotlight's glare, while I sought refuge in shadows.
I remember the day we built that sandcastle. It was perfect, just like us. But the tide came in and washed it all away. I see that now as a cruel foreshadowing.
Every touch now feels like an electric shock. Every word sounds like broken glass. How did we get here? When did our love story turn into this tragic script?
Hell! I'm so lost.
You're the warmth that coaxed me from the earth. But even the sun cannot perpetually shine. And in the absence of its golden rays, I have found myself shrinking. My petals closing tight against the cold.
You know, I tried to save it. To nourish those dying petals, but my hands were weak. The soil became barren, unable to sustain life.
One evening, as the weight of your absence pressed down on me, I retreated to my room. The walls seemed to close in, suffocating me with the echoes of our fights. I curled up on my bed.
Tears streamed down my face. I was drowning, and there was no lifeguard in sight. The girl who laughed easily and dreamt without fear has vanished. In her place is a hollow shell, filled with sadness and despair. I'm crumbling into countless pieces. So fucking tired of the storms that rage within us.
© Flynn Caulfield
I still search for remnants of you in this desolate terrain. But all I find are whispers of the past, carried on the mournful winds. They taunt me with fleeting glimpses of what once was.
—Flynn Caulfield
Sunrise.