I saw it all start in June 2021,

when you found a mirror by the sea.

But I’m never your shadow,

never your Maria—

I’m a soul in the shell.

I cannot, and should not,

be devoured by your black hole.

Grow your own wings,

my black hole bird,

and instead of falling together,

come back to glide with me

above the void.

Love is

believing in it

once and again,

and learning to cry.

Regain your tears

my black angel

The door is never closed.

Behind it awaits

The World.

It’s the First Love.

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