He Warned Me

He warned me. He told me not to fall not into his smile, not into the softness he rarely showed, not into the quiet ways he made me feel like maybe... just maybe, I was home. But I did I fell, not all at once, but slowly. Like autumn leaves in a lazy breeze, like prayers whispered without knowing they’re being heard. He warned me, but he stayed long enough to make me dream. And when I handed him my heart wrapped in poems, quiet sacrifice, and silly 3am messages he didn’t catch it. He just watched it fall. Now I sit here, holding the weight of my own tenderness, wondering how loving someone became the very thing that bruised me. But I loved, And I do not regret it. Even if I was warned. Even if I was never chosen. I was true. And that… is more than most can say.