Breaking the cycle

The suitcases are coughing up the dust of seven years

I folded every bruise into a shirt you never liked

The floorboards stopped complaining since I packed the heavy fears

Now the kitchen light is flickering out a long-delayed goodbye

You carved your name into my patience till the wood began to split

I was the anchor and the chain while you were just the rust

Losing my reflection in the mirror you saw fit

To shatter with a look that turned my gold into your dust

I am walking out with nothing but the skin you couldnt peel

Counting every mile like a prayer on broken beads

The silence is a medicine the morning had to steal

To patch the holes of all your hungry selfish needs

I am cutting off the tether pulling hard against the bone

Stepping into shadows where the air is finally mine

Building up a temple from the rubble of your throne

Tracing out a horizon past your jagged finish line

I am walking out with nothing but the skin you couldnt peel

Counting every mile like a prayer on broken beads

The silence is a medicine the morning had to steal

To patch the holes of all your hungry selfish needs

I am cutting off the tether pulling hard against the bone

Stepping into shadows where the air is finally mine

Building up a temple from the rubble of your throne

Tracing out a horizon past your jagged finish line

The ghost of your opinion is a cold and dying draft

I used to shiver in the doorway just to keep you satisfied

But the maps you drew for me were just a lonely jagged craft

Sinking in a bathtub while you watched the rising tide

I am pulling out the splinters from the seasons left behind

Ironing the wrinkles in a soul you tried to fold

There is a different kind of treasure for a person left to find

When they stop believing everything that they were told

The lock is turning easy now the weight is off the door

The sky is gray and heavy but it doesn't feel like rain

I’m a stranger to the person that I was an hour before

Learning how to walk without the rhythm of the pain

I am walking out with nothing but the skin you couldnt peel

Counting every mile like a prayer on broken beads

The silence is a medicine the morning had to steal

To patch the holes of all your hungry selfish needs

I am cutting off the tether pulling hard against the bone

Stepping into shadows where the air is finally mine

Building up a temple from the rubble of your throne

Tracing out a horizon past your jagged finish line

I am walking out with nothing but the skin you couldnt peel

Counting every mile like a prayer on broken beads

The silence is a medicine the morning had to steal

To patch the holes of all your hungry selfish needs

I am cutting off the tether pulling hard against the bone

Stepping into shadows where the air is finally mine

Building up a temple from the rubble of your throne

Tracing out a horizon past your jagged finish line