The Mercy in Ruin

We were never built for gentle.

We were made for the kind of love that claws,

that breaks,

that rebuilds what it ruins.

Every touch has been a question:

Will you still want me when the light finds my scars?

And every time, you answer the same —

not in words, but in the way your hands refuse to let go.

Maybe this is what mercy feels like —

not forgiveness,

but understanding.

A quiet surrender to the chaos that made us.

You and I,

we don’t need saving.

We just need to keep choosing each other

in the wreckage.

🖤 A reflection inspired by Rina Kent and H.D. Carlton — love that doesn’t pretend to be pure, only true.