Third time this year I left the porch light on
You showed up shaking mascara on my shirt by dawn
Same story,
different bruises Same,
I swear it's the last
I made you tea,
held your hair Never asked about the past
You slept curled up like a child on my couch again
I cover you with a blanket that still smells like wind
We were almost something before he called at 2am
And you looked at me like sorry and left before the sun came
I was steady,
he was thunder I was quiet,
he told you wander
I never raised my voice,
never laid a hand You said calm,
felt boring next to his brand
of man I was a safe house, you kept running back
to the fire I offered slow mornings,
you wanted nights
That lead scars,
I gave you peace on a plate You chose chaos in his arms,
every time you
came back broken I'd pat you up just to watch you run to the
flames again
I learned the rhythm of your relapse like
a sad lo-fi loop You text,
I miss you when his fist found something
new I'd open the door, no question, same spare
key under the mat You whisper,
this time I'm done
While packing to go back,
you said I made you feel too seen,
too soft,
too real
These kind of love left marks you could
finally feel I was background music,
he was the scream you understood You
said sorry with your lips on mine,
then chose the worst one for good
I was the exhale,
he was the choke I was the harbor,
he was the smoke
I never burned you,
so you never believed I was alive Funny how
pain feels more honest than being treated right
I
was a safe house,
you kept running back to the fire I had the steady hands,
you wanted trembling desire I was a place that never hurt you,
so you never stayed You needed storms to feel the rain,
I only ever gave you quiet days
Last time you left,
you didn't even take your hoodie You're still on my chair,
like a ghost that understood me I washed the blood out
of your t-shirt months ago Some stains stay anyway,
guess we both know
I was a safe house,
you finally burned it down Chose a match
over the man who would've died to put it out
I hope the fire keeps you warm when the high wears off I hope
his hands feel like home when they're wrapped around your throat
I changed the locks this morning,
left your hoodie on the curb in the rain
If you come back looking for shelter, the light
won't be on again
Be careful what you mistake for passion,
some fires don't warm you
They just burn the house down
with you inside