When we met I may not have known who I was dealing with,
but my greatest fear is that you’re like me.
I’d rather gamble with your fire than burn in my own.
When you speak, the noise in my head dissolves.
You don’t just quiet my thoughts, you hush the chaos inside me.
Your presence feels like a lullaby for my demons,
a rare moment of stillness where even my shadows forget to move.
I’ve always taken my poison straight,
my nights jagged,
my mornings cold.
I want to tell you I’m dangerous.
I want to tell you I ruin things.
I want to tell you the quietest parts of me have teeth.
But then you say one word, the confession dies with my past.
I don’t want to be a warning anymore.
I want to be a story you choose to read,
Here you are, the rescue I never believed in.
The fierce kind that dares to keep us whole
while the world burns around us.
From my self‑inflicted wounds, sentinels have risen, sworn to guard what remains.
I bend them to serve us instead of feeding my own destruction.
I have become the guardian I once lacked, unyielding and watchful, a fortress for the peace within you.
The peace that is now within us.
