Seeing My Ruins

You walked in on a crime scene heart

Yellow tape ‘round every part

Every promise chalk‑lined on the floor

Lipstick ghosts on every door

You saw the bottle on the nightstand bleed

Read the names carved in my sleeves

Every exit sign was hanging loose

Every “stay” was just a noose You should’ve turned and ran from here

But you stepped in closer, drawing near

Hands out like a medic in a warzone

Talking to the dead like they’re your own

You took the map of all my damage

Folded it gentle, slipped it in your jacket

Said, “I don’t scare easy, I don’t spook at cracks

I see the bones of something worth coming back”

You walked my halls and saw my ruins

Didn’t flinch at all the things I’d ruined

You lit a match in my collapsed cathedral

Turned a grave into a place that feels full

You saw the monsters in my mirror and still came closer

You called me home when all I called me was “it’s over”

You saw my ruins like blueprints in your hands

You picked a villain … and somehow I still stand

You found letters I wrote to death

Folded prayers in cigarette breath

Every “maybe” burned right to the filter

Every love song rusted on the altar

You traced the cracks running through my faith

Like stained glass shattered out of place

Said, “I know how holy things can break

But I’ve seen broken pieces still hold grace” You walked the yard where all my ghosts

Were lined up like a firing post

Kissed my forehead, stood between

Every loaded memory and me

You took the list of who I used to be

Pinned it to the fridge like it could still be redeemed

Said, “I don’t need clean, I don’t need pure

I just need you to let me through that door”

You walked my halls and saw my ruins

Didn’t flinch at all the things I’d ruined

You lit a match in my collapsed cathedral

Turned a grave into a place that feels full

You saw the monsters in my mirror and still came closer

You called me home when all I called me was “it’s over”

You saw my ruins like blueprints in your hands

You picked a villain … and somehow I still stand

You took my wrists where the stories show

Ran your thumbs down every road

Whispered, “These are not your final lines

Just old chapters you survived”

You stood inside my hurricane

Let the glass cut, took the rain

Held your ground while I came clean

Till the villain I was fell off of me

You walked my ruins like a battlefield and planted flags where I couldn’t heal you stood your ground inside my storm and built a home in what was torn…..

You saw my ruins and still reached for my hand

You picked a villain … and taught my heart to stand….. you’re the hero that saved me from the villain in me……