This feels less like a poem and more like someone opening every locked room inside themselves and inviting the reader to walk through. The fragmented lines mirror memory, trauma, and the way certain moments refuse to stay in the past. What struck me most was how much self-awareness and vulnerability coexist with anger, grief, and longing throughout it. It’s difficult to read at times, but that’s also what makes it powerful. Such a beautiful read! Can’t wait for next part