through every dark night,
you will always be the person iβd run to.
the harbor in the storm,
the morning light.
it was always the small things,
and it will always be you.
distancing was the language i always knew,
a habit from a past i couldn't undo.
i used to run away before the hurt could even start,
but i couldn't find a way to distance my heart.
not with you.