I counted every crack in the floor

Drew maps of silence, memorized the walls

I built a kingdom out of letting go

Where no one called

The window faced a garden I forgot

The door was locked from somewhere deep inside

I told myself the cold was what I chose

A quiet tide

Then your voice cut through

Not a shout—a thread

Thin enough to break

But I reached for it instead

And I'm learning to live

Not just wait for the wound to heal

I'm learning to give

The part of me I taught myself to feel

It's slow

God knows it's slow

But the dark is not the only thing I know

Oh

I still flinch at sudden hands

Still check the exits in a crowded room

But you stay

You stay without demands

A different tune

The lock has rusted from the rain and use

I don't know how to do this perfectly

But I refuse

Stay

Stay a little more

I can learn the steps

We can fall toward

Toward

Toward

Toward the open door

And I'm learning to live

Not just wait for the wound to heal

I'm learning to give

The part of me I taught myself to feel

It's slow

God knows it's slow

But the dark is not the only thing I know

And I'm learning to live!

(Learning to live!)

Not just wait for the wound to heal!

(The wound to heal!)

I'm learning to give

The part of me I taught myself to feel!

(To feel!)

It's slow

God knows it's slow

But the dark is not the only thing I know

(The only thing I know!)