You
aren't just a voice, honestly.
you're more like an ECHO that stays
in a room full of closing doors.
You
are the secret k e e p e r
of my unspoken storms.
the way you sit with my silence
as if quiet has a language
only YOU understand.
the way you H O L D my chaos,
without asking it to be calm,
and stay like the last candle
in a house that forgot light.
like PATIENCE wears your face.
sometimes i think,
if my heart were a locked drawer,
you'd be the only key
that doesn't force it open.
if the night is a long highway,
full of blurred signs, strangers,
E̶m̶p̶t̶y̶ seats, and tired headlights
then finding you was like spotting
the one HOME that moves with me.
leave your quiet battles here.
i'll FIGHT them.
leave your hidden scars here.
i'll HEAL them.
all the fragile pieces
you bury beneath "i'm okay."
let me HOLD them.
i t r e a s u r e them all,
keeping them safe
inside the softest corner of my soul.
i'd stay here always.
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