Amplified

I controlled everything. Then she walked in and flipped the script.
PR was my territory—my safety net, my identity.
Until I lost my wife and daughter, and control became survival.

Moving forward wasn’t the plan, but neither was feeling again.
Until a glasses-wearing firecracker made my heart remember how to beat.

Recoil needs a comeback, and I need to learn to let go.
Getting under her skin is the storm I choose. Even that chaos feels better than silence.
If only for a moment.

She’s relentless. I’m damaged. But together, we’re everything.
Some battles start with surrender, but ours can only be amplified by the wreckage.
*Previously published as Plucker.