Still Learning How to Feel

Yeah…

I’m not broken,

I’m just… adjusting.

I been quiet lately, but my mind loud,

Tryna sort the echoes from the letdowns.

I don’t miss the chaos, just the sound

of not knowing how it’d all turn out.

I learned the hard way love ain’t loud,

It’s the small things you don’t post about.

Who stays when the lights burn out,

Who listens when you don’t speak now.

I used to think healing meant forgetting,

Now I know it means remembering without breaking.

I’m still learning how to feel again,

Still finding my way through the bends.

I don’t need to rush what’s meant to land,

I’m still learning how to feel again.

No, I don’t need saving,

I just need space to breathe.

If love comes back around,

I hope it finds a better me.

I stopped chasing mirrors in empty rooms,

Stopped trying to be what I wasn’t to you.

Now I move slower, but I move true,

Every step lighter, every breath new.

I still get quiet when it’s 2 a.m.,

Still think about “what ifs” now and then.

But I don’t live there — I visit and leave,

Some doors close softly, not violently.

I used to think healing meant erasing scars,

Now I see them as proof I made it this far.

I’m still learning how to feel again,

Still finding my way through the bends.

I don’t need to rush what’s meant to land,

I’m still learning how to feel again.

No, I don’t need saving,

I just need space to breathe.

If love comes back around,

I hope it finds a better me.

If I love again,

it’ll be gentle.

If I fall again,

I’ll fall slow.

I don’t want fireworks,

I want warmth.

I don’t want forever —

I want real.

I’m still learning how to feel again,

Still writing peace between the lines.

I don’t need perfect, I just need present,

I’m still learning how to feel alive.

Yeah…

I’m okay.

I really am.