Obbz

Love leaves.I stay,dressed in its bones,bleeding for the echo,waiting for the next arrow.

I am both the hunted and the hunter, lost in the forest of my mind.

The past whispers, but the future roars – maybe this year, I’ll listen.

In this void where nothing else exists, I cling to you, but your stillness is as vast as the emptiness surrounding us.Rose petals fall slowly from the darkness above, each one a fragile reminder of the moments I failed to…