She spoke like whispers in the dawn,
Soft as shadows, barely drawn.
He was fire, bold and wild,
A burning star, a restless child.
She saw his flame, the way it soared,
And wanted to be the storm he roared.
So she let go of quiet grace,
And chased the lightning through the space.
He saw her calm, her steady ground,
And thought that peace would be his sound.
He dimmed the flame that once had burned,
And in its place, a quiet churned.
She tried to scream, but only sighed,
Her laughter lost, her voice denied.
He learned to whisper, hid his cries,
And buried storms beneath soft skies.
She changed to match his raging fire,
A wild wind that never tires.
But in the heat, she burned too bright—
Lost the peace that felt just right.
He changed to stillness, soft and slow,
A quiet tide that couldn’t flow.
But in the calm, he lost the flame,
And felt a hollow, endless shame.
They shaped themselves to be the other,
Each one losing what they'd smothered.
She fought to be what he had been,
And he became what she’d been in.
But when they met, no spark remained—
The love they knew, it was restrained.
She looked at him, but couldn’t find
The wildness she had once loved blind.
He looked at her and saw too clear,
The silent eyes, the muted fear.
The quiet soul, the tranquil face—
No longer held the same embrace.
She missed the fire that burned so bright,
He missed the storm, the endless flight.
They traded selves and tried to fit,
But in the end, they couldn’t sit.
The wildness that he had adored
Was lost beneath the quiet's sword.
The peace she longed to call her own
Had left her far too far from home.
And in the end, they said goodbye—
Not with anger, not with lies.
But with the weight of all they knew:
I changed for me. You changed for you.
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