The walls come down

I carved my name into the walls of my own chest
Built a fortress out of silence, called it rest
Every hand that reached for me, I crushed before it touched
Told myself that wanting was a sin I couldn’t trust
I learned to disappear in rooms full of light
Made myself so small I disappeared from sight
But the hunger never left, it just learned to wear a mask
A quiet kind of war, a never-ending task


And then you came with nothing but your eyes
Saw the wreckage, didn’t flinch, didn’t ask me why


There’s a violence in the softness, a blade inside the grace
When you learn that love can leave you bleeding in a place
With no name, no witness, just the echo of a need
I turned my heart to iron, made a weapon out of need
But iron rusts, and weapons fail, and stillness finds its way
Into the bones of those who swore they’d never break or pray
I knelt inside the rubble, not for mercy, just to see
If there was anything beneath the armor still in me


I let the walls come down
I let the walls come down
Not for saving, not for glory
Just to finally stop the hiding


I found myself…