Written by Juliana Hill

May that type of love never find me again,
The kind where anger wears love as a skin.
Where slamming doors speak louder than words,
And shattered glass echoes through the absurd.
Screaming matches at the top of our lungs,
Fighting to prove where the blame belongs.

A love perched on the edge of its grave,
Yet tethered by hope, too broken to save.
I once knew this love, and it knew me well,
A dance in the shadow of heaven and hell.
I grew familiar with its jagged embrace,
Comforted by chaos, that dark, bitter taste.

But now I must rise, unlearn what I knew,
Challenge my heart to seek something new.
A love that’s gentle, a soft, steady flame,
Not built on the echoes of anger or blame.
Let kindness replace the harshness I bore,
A love without slamming or breaking or war.
For I have learned what I won’t let stay—
May that kind of love keep far, far away.