☁ the weight of someone else’s storm ☁

It starts small—  

a sigh here,  

a complaint there,  

a shadow cast over things  

that used to feel light.  

You tell yourself it’s fine,  

that you can hold the heaviness  

for both of you,  

that their storm  

won’t change your weather.  

But negativity has a way  

of seeping under the door,  

settling into the corners,  

turning the air thick  

without you noticing.  

Soon you’re shrinking your joy  

so it won’t provoke another rant,  

softening your voice  

so it won’t spark another spiral,  

carrying conversations  

that were never meant  

to be carried alone.  

And the worst part is—  

you start mistaking their darkness  

for your own.  

You start believing  

you’re tired  

because you’re weak,  

not because you’ve been standing  

in someone else’s rain  

for far too long.  

But here’s the truth:  

you were not built  

to be a lightning rod  

for another person’s storms.  

You deserve sunlight  

that doesn’t apologize,  

air that doesn’t feel borrowed,  

and company that doesn’t drain  

the color from your days.  

Sometimes the bravest thing  

is stepping out from under a cloud  

that was never yours  

to weather.  

-LR 🖤