signals

I learned to read the weather in your pupils Blackouts hiding in your yes Every promise was a foreign currency I kept spending what I didn’t have I archived my fears in silent folders Named after you Pressed “save” on every warning As if it were proof I washed my doubts in your silence Gave them a name I mistook gravity for destiny Again I’m not bleeding I’m just leaking light Through fractures I defend I built a chapel in your shadow And named it “home” in my head If this is love, it’s a language I learned to misread I’ve been dying very quietly Just to feel you breathe I sleep inside unfinished sentences We never had the nerve to close Your name tastes like burnt paper On the back of my throat I kept rehearsing forgiveness In crowded spaces An actor stuck in previews For truths that never showed up Every miracle you promised Came with fine print I signed with shaking hands Using permanent ink I’m not bleeding I’m just losing shape Trying to fit your frame I turned my spine into a question mark You never named If this is love, it’s a fever That doesn’t break I’ve been dying very patiently For your mistake If I disappear in slow motion Will you call it art? If I collapse into coordinates Will you read the map? I asked the ceiling for mercy It answered with rain Now I swim through broken tomorrows With your face No saints in this story Only habits in disguise No heaven above us Just echoes learning how to lie I’m not healing I’m just learning how To look okay I built a kingdom out of “almost” Watched it decay If this is love, it’s a season That overstayed But I swear this pain is temporary It won’t stay Signals on my chest Where you used to be A frequency fading slowly Inside of me