Poem: The Disappearing Act of You
Sometimes the hardest part isn’t losing someone.
It’s learning to trust the beautiful things they say.
This poem was born from quiet self-doubt, black coffee, and the fear that love might disappear before it ever truly begins.
“The Disappearing Act of You.” 🖤🌙
~Blynnwrites 🥀🌹🥰
🖤 Dark romance: I love you, my butterfly

































































