I gave you warmth when nights were thin,

when fear sat heavy under skin.

I held the calm you couldn't keep,

while promises stayed half-asleep.

You said you cared, you said enough,

but truth got traded in a bluff.

If freedom's clean, why shade the light?

Why dress the dark as "just a night"?

I wasn't asking to be owned,

just not to bleed alone, unshown.

I asked for truth; you chose to hide,

and let me face it on my side.

Between a tiny heartbeat and what held through,

I learned my body remembers too.

Somewhere between the blood and the lie,

you almost killed me but I didn't die.

If love was there, it learned to hide;

if not, it still walked by my side.

I did my best, I still stand tall.

If this was all, it was still all.

February 16, 2026.