inside of me fights for you,

more than you'll ever understand.

Past the point of my own peace.

That's on me.

And I'm finally okay with admitting that.

She doesn't know he's watching.

That is the whole miracle.

The room keeps spinning, loud and faithless,

while something in him goes quiet.

He sees her and forgets every word

he thought he knew.

All the old, the practiced sighs,

dissolved in one unrehearsed view.

She laughs at something he didn't hear.

She moves like a question he needs to answer.

The crowd parts, closes, parts again,

the world reduced to her.

He sets his composure, takes a breath,

steadies himself against the moment's weight.

He who did not know, until just now,

We met before we knew ourselves,

left before we learned to stay.

Years passed like unanswered questions

neither of us knew how to say.

Then somehow the distance collapsed,

and there you were, still you,

still the version of yourself

only I seem to see all the way through.

You come to me without your armor,

no performance, no pretend.

Just the woman underneath the chaos,

looking for somewhere soft to land.

I am not a rescue,

and you are not a fall.

We are two people slowly learning

how to finally answer the call.

Not through intensity alone,

not through longing, tears, or flame

but through showing up consistently,

and meaning it when we say each other's name.

I love you past the complicated,

past the years, the wrong, the right.

I'm just asking that we build it

The world is in shadows, soft and deep,

A quiet space, a promise to keep.

You are there, the core of the room,

While light and darkness softly loom.

The heat is the silence, the warmth is the hold,

A wordless tale, tenderly told.

Two hearts are finding a single, steady beat,