He learned her cracks like quiet roads at night,
Knew where the shadows fell, where fear would hide.
She cried into borrowed strength and borrowed time,
He held the weight and called it “fine.”
He never asked for promises or stays,
Just stood there while the storm would break.
Built her back up piece by piece,
Never thought about what that would cost him.
He was the hand when hers would shake,
The calm when everything would ache.
But once the hurt stopped hurting so loud,
She didn’t need him around.
He was the place she learned to breathe,
But healing meant learning to leave.
He stayed the same, she moved on strong—
Turns out comfort doesn’t mean you belong.
She smiled brighter, stood up tall,
Stopped calling late, stopped calling at all.
The scars he guarded turned to skin,
And she walked free of where she’d been.
He watched her light come back to life,
Felt proud and empty at the same time.
He fixed the pain but broke his role,
A temporary home for a wounded soul.
He was the hand when hers would shake,
The calm when everything would ache.
But once the hurt stopped hurting so loud,
She didn’t need him around.
He was the place she learned to breathe,
But healing meant learning to leave.
He stayed the same, she moved on strong—
Turns out comfort doesn’t mean you belong.
Some hearts are stops, not destinations,
Some love is quiet resignation.
You can save someone, help them grow,
And still be the one they outgrow.
He was the shelter from the rain,
Never meant to share the sun again.
Now she’s whole, and he’s alone,
Standing where the hurt was known.
He loved her through the breaking part,
But healing took her, not his heart.
He was enough to help her stay alive—
Just not enough to stay in her life.
Some people heal and some remain,
Holding love that turns to pain.
He was comfort, not the end—
Just the place where she began.
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