This poem is about the kind of love that breaks you open. It’s the kind that leaves you searching for pieces of yourself in the quiet hours of the night. It’s about heartbreak that teaches humility, grief that softens pride, and the slow rebuilding that follows when someone comes along, not to save you, but to simply stay. It’s about love that doesn’t sparkle or pretend, but a love that grows quietly, patiently, until one day you realize you’ve been healed by its steadiness.

Mended In Time

I loved you once, I loved you deep,
Held you close and lost my sleep.
It didn’t take long to expose your lies,
It all fell apart before my eyes.

The nights were long and oh, so hollow,
Choked on dreams too sharp to swallow.
Begged the moon to bring you near.
Love wouldn’t heal when you’re not here.

Cried to walls that wouldn’t listen,
Wore my sorrow like a blue ribbon.
Traced your name on window glass,
I clung to a love that could not last.

Then he came, so still, so steady,
Not to fix me, just there, and ready.
He didn’t chase away the pain,
He held me close and eased the strain.

Piece by piece, we found a way,
Brick by brick, a place to stay.
Not a palace, not a dream,
Just something strong, a love supreme.

Now I wake to tiny laughter,
No more ghosts, no more after.
Love rebuilt in this heart of mine,
A heart once lost, mended in time.

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