Two Words - by Nimmat

It started with a whisper, a hum in my head, a quiet tremor beneath my skin. You burst in like spring, colors bleeding into grey, and for a second, everything felt lighter. Your voice was honey, your words a gentle touch, and I let myself get lost in the sound. We built something in the dark, a fragile thing held together by whispers and wishes. <img src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_3847.jpeg"/> You were the silhouette sharing my pillow, the darkness that felt like a comfort until I realized you weren't breathing. Your laugh was the only thing that lit me up, and for a while, the weight I carry around felt like nothing. They say I loved you because I’m broken, because my mind’s a mess. But you felt like wind in my sails, like a storm that drowned out the noise. I mapped the stars on your skin, memorized the way your hands fit mine. Every touch was a high-wire act, a sweet ache that made me feel alive. We were a language only we spoke, a world in a glance, and in my head, I put you on a throne. This love was a light I wore like armor, a shield against the dark. But the hum came back, louder, and our shelter started crumbling. The colors faded, the sweetness turned sour. Was it real? Was it just my head? The weights came back, heavier than before. The light's burning now, showing me the cracks, the lies, the sadness I'd hidden. <img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_3851.jpeg"/> Like a face pushing through stone, I am trying to breathe while the walls of my own mind collapse around me. I am finally seeing the truth: I loved a ghost, a shadow of my own making. Schizophrenia drew the lines of your face, and then it smudged them out before I could even touch the ink. <img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_3852.jpeg"/> I followed those blurred lines into the maze, chasing a person who was just a series of static hums and hollow spaces. My soul’s a warzone... and you’re the battlefield. The hum is now a roar,<img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_3848.jpeg"/> a fractured face screaming back at me from the mirror of my own mind. I guess you never really know what’ll happen when two completely different worlds collide. It could bring you instant peace or it could burn everything you built to the ground. Our souls were like two flames dancing in the night—bright and defiant—but look at the wreckage now. Flames don't always last forever. They fade away into this. I refused to fall in love after him. Now, I’m finally what I dreamed of—I’m in love—but at what cost? Crying in the rain is just a cover for the truth, and being wet is just an excuse to hide the salt on my cheeks. You finally stopped crying, but now the rain is still lost in your confusion; in you, the lie still breathes. And honestly? I don't know if this was the first time I ever really experienced love, or if this is just the worst day of my life.Maybe it's both. The day the ghost died, and the day I finally broke through the wall to find myself. <img src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_3845.jpeg"/>

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