Left at the Door

You should have left me at the door,

warned me I was trouble dressed as hope.

But you let me in—

soft smile, open hands,

no armor in sight.

Now your heart is on the floor,

shattered where my shadows fell.

I never meant to ruin the quiet,

I just never learned how to love

without bleeding through everything.

If I could gather the pieces,

I would.

But some of us arrive like storms—

not to destroy,

just never taught how to stay gentle.