I know you’re hurting —
more than words could ever hold,
and when I read your pain,
it cracked the silence in my soul.
I care for you deeper than these lines can show,
and no,
you don’t need to be okay,
not for me, not today.
You don’t have to wear the mask,
don’t have to fake the light —
if the night is heavy,
let me help you fight.
I’m not here to fix,
just here to feel,
to carry what’s real,
even if it’s broken, bruised,
or barely healed.
So please —
hold on with me, not out of duty,
not out of guilt, not for show or for beauty —
but because I believe your story ain’t done,
this page ain’t the end,
there’s still warmth in your sun.
One breath, one beat,
we’ll rise from the floor —
no pressure, no sprint,
just unlock one more door.
One moment, one sigh,
we’ll learn how to stay —
not all at once,
just one honest day.
And if somehow,
I became part of the ache in your chest,
know this:
I’m sorry —
more than sorry, I confess.
If I ever added weight
when you needed to float,
or spoke in silence
when I should’ve wrote
my love across your wounds,
then let this be the start —
I don’t just want to speak,
I want to change with all my heart.
I’m not here for perfect,
not here for pride —
I’m here for the nights you want to hide.
To learn what love looks like in your language,
to unlearn harm,
to choose courage.
You deserve safe,
you deserve seen,
not love that’s loud,
but love that’s clean.
So if I’ve fallen short,
I’m not running from the truth —
I’m staying here,
with you,
one honest step
into something new.