He Burned My Soul (But It Made Me God)

This is not a love story.

It's a soul story.

A flame sparked in a glance-

not by accident, but by design.

Two strangers from far lands,

drawn by the hand of the Divine.

His eyes were a mirror,

a black hole and a beginning,

pulling me into a truth

I never asked to find.

Painful, pure, electric-

a kind of worship just beneath the realm of God.

I saw his soul.

And in it, I saw mine.

But he was not mine to keep.

Still, he is in everything.

His gaze imprinted on my skin,

his energy pulsing behind my eyes,

his name echoing in places only angels reach.

This collection is the ache,

the beauty, the burning,

the sacred unraveling

of a love that broke me open-

only to make me whole.