💔 ENTRY 002 // LOVE THE WRONG WAY
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Not every gospel comes in through the front door.
You were taught to love the right way.
I loved the wrong way, and it still saved me.
I gave my heart to ghosts
and handed my soul to a silence that never spoke back.
They told me love was patient, love was kind.
But I needed love that bled, love that screamed,
love that made a mess and still stayed.
I needed love that wouldn’t fit on a Hallmark card.
They say trauma bonds aren’t real love.
Maybe they’re right.
But they were the only bonds I knew how to form.
And I don’t regret them.
Because I was loved the wrong way…
But at least I was loved.
And in that chaos, I learned to crawl toward light.
Even if the light was a cigarette burning
at the end of someone’s goodbye.
If you’re still trying to love clean
while drowning in dirty water,
I see you.
And if your love doesn’t look like theirs,
it might still be holy.
Reflection:
What kind of love do you chase even when it hurts?
And is it saving you or slowly killing you?