Shuffles

He used to call me Shuffles —

I thought it was so sweet.

Back then I never questioned

What that said about me.

He used to spark the drama,

Then blame me when it hit.

Couldn’t see the part he played,

Too caught up in his own shit.

I used to snap back fast,

Felt like defense was all I knew—

But all that noise just masked

What we were both tryna push through.

Now I look back on those nights

When silence cut like knives,

And I see how far we’ve come—

How we learned to make it right.

No more shufflin’ around the truth,

No more mumblin' half-lies.

He faced his patterns head-on,

I learned to soften mine.

We stopped pretending,

Stopped keeping score—

Learned that love needs effort,

Not just wanting something more.

Now when he says "Shuffles,"

It’s got a different sound—

Not sugarcoated, not sharp—

Just love that’s finally found.

He owns his words,

I own my space—

We don’t throw past mistakes

Right back in each other’s face.

He doesn’t push me out,

I don’t shut him down—

We found something steady

After almost burning out.

Yeah, I’m proud of where we are,

Proud we both stuck around—

It wasn’t easy, but damn,

It’s better than we ever thought it’d sound.