I ran from the silence that screamed like a siren,
From rooms where my heartbeat felt staged and retiring,
From love that kept burning but never was fire,
From “stay” in your mouth sounding more like a liar.
I ran through the nights where the truth hit the ceiling,
Through mirrors that knew but refused to start healing,
Through hands that held tight but were slowly concealing,
The cracks in the vows we kept dressing as “feeling.”
I ran till my lungs wrote confessions in air,
Till pain became rhythm I knew how to wear,
Till I wasn’t running from you, just aware
Some exits aren’t loss… they’re the first breath of care.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 10:56 PM UTC
I ran from the silence that screamed like a siren,
From rooms where my heartbeat felt staged and retiring,
From love that kept burning but never was fire,
From “stay” in your mouth sounding more like a liar.
I ran through the nights where the truth hit the ceiling,
Through mirrors that knew but refused to start healing,
Through hands that held tight but were slowly concealing,
The cracks in the vows we kept dressing as “feeling.”
I ran till my lungs wrote confessions in air,
Till pain became rhythm I knew how to wear,
Till I wasn’t running from you, just aware
Some exits aren’t loss… they’re the first breath of care.
