I’m not walking away in anger
I’m just choosing the kind of quiet
My heart can breathe inside
You can argue by yourself tonight
Not as punishment
Not as a lesson
Just because I’m tired of watching
My tenderness turn into armor
I hope the room feels softer
When you hear your own voice echo
Maybe you’ll notice
How heavy it sounds
When no one is holding it with you
I’m not closing the door
I’m just sitting somewhere
The light feels kind again
If you want to meet me there
Come gently
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