She didn't walk into the room
so much as change it
like the air leaned closer
just to hold her shape
dark hair falling careless
like midnight had somewhere to be
but stayed anyway
just to frame her
and those blue eyes
not soft, not gentle
but deep
like they knew things
I wasn't ready to understand
I got lost in them
more than once
stood there pretending
I still knew how to speak
but words felt small
next to her
like trying to explain a storm
with a whisper
she laughed
and it hit like sunlight
through a cracked window
unexpected
but exactly what I needed
and I remember thinking
if beauty had a breaking point
it would look like this
like her
standing there
unaware
of the way the world
bent around her
and maybe that's what ruined me
not just that she was beautiful
but that she had no idea
how much of me
she was already holding