Love After the Damage

We've walked through fire, felt the burn of the past. Learned that some

wounds are slow, they take their time to last. Broken words and silence left their

marks on our hearts, shattered pieces scattered, torn apart. But even in

the shadows, something held on tight, a flicker of hope,

a whisper of light. We've seen the worst, felt the pain,

and still we remain. Learning how to love after the

damage and the strain. I remember the nights when trust seemed gone,

when every word you spoke felt heavy and wrong. Yet in the quiet between hurt