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A Love That Remains

Macalister Bali

Sep 11

1 min read

I’m not trying to be your first love.

Everybody wants the beginning

the late-night calls,

the butterflies,

the version of you

that hasn’t been hurt yet.

I want what comes after.

After life gets loud.After the honeymoon fades

and love stops looking like poetry

and starts looking like work.

Anybody can love your light.

I want your shadows too

the silence,

the scars,

the nights when you don’t feel

like yourself.

I don’t want to be

another spark in your story

bright for a moment,

then gone.

I want to be the love

that doesn’t run,

doesn’t fold,

doesn’t disappear.

Not a temporary high.

Something solid.

Something safe.

Something that feels

like finally coming home.

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