I came to you, a soul in shards,
A past too heavy, life too hard.
No roots, no home, no steady place—
Just silent battles, lost in space.

But you—
You opened wide your quiet world,
No questions asked, no judgments hurled.
You gave me peace, a place to land,
Not just your heart, but both your hands.

In your embrace, I felt the weight
Of all I lost evaporate.
You wrapped me warm, like morning sun,
And made me feel like I was someone.

I wandered far, and ran from love,
From every gift I wasn’t worthy of.
But in your arms, I felt it true—
I wasn’t just passing through.

You listened more than blood had done,
You stayed when even I would run.
You knew the cracks, and still you stayed,
Your love was calm, but never swayed.

You gave your mind, your heart, your soul,
To fill the parts life never made whole.
You made me feel I had a name—
Not just a ghost, not just a flame.

But still, you saw beyond your pain,
You knew I wore another’s chain.
And though it split your heart in two,
You whispered, “Go. I still choose you.”

Not to hold, but let me fly,
To love me even in goodbye.
That kind of love—the rarest kind—
Gives even freedom with a crying mind.

So now I walk, a soul rebuilt,
Not by duty, not by guilt.
But by a woman strong and true,
Who gave me back the me I knew.

From broken…
to belonging…
Because of you.