Love, I guess

It started with soft laughter, And moments that felt true. A spark that lit the quiet, In shades I never knew. You spoke like you were gentle, And touched like you were kind, But shadows slipped through daylight, And slowly stole my mind. I gave until I vanished, Till I forgot my name, Wrapped in all your chaos, And calling it a flame. So I closed the door, not with anger, But with love for who I’d be— A woman who said, “No more,” And whispered, “It ends with me.”