I often find descriptions of relationships to be too simple—good or bad, healthy or toxic, etc.

In between them, inside the indefinable, lie the explosion of human emotions, which we could never have predicted.

This trilogy is a work of art.

I felt a sense of closure through this poem, a lens that appears through hindsight. Like coming back to a painting and making it better through mature splashes of color, mixtures that didn't exist before but now feel like they always belonged.