I'd learned to live in smaller rooms Folding pieces of myself to fit the walls Love used to echo like an empty house Every footstep begging not to fall I kept my voice tucked under winter coats Afraid the sound would come out wrong But then you walked in soft as dawn And something in me whispered: Go on Now wildflowers bloom in the quiet parts Places I thought were long torn apart You touch the ache without making it bleed You see the whole of me, not just what's easy to see And somehow, without meaning to try I felt my heart remember how to come alive I used to practice disappearing A survival skill learned far too young Shrinking shadows so I wouldn't scare The ones who called my silence love But you trace the outlines I once hid And say they're the most beautiful thing And suddenly I'm learning space In a room where I don't have to erase Now wildflowers bloom in the quiet parts Soft little rebellions growing in the dark Your hands don't take, they steady the fall You hold the weight without asking at all And somehow, without warning or sign My pulse chose you to realign Maybe healing is a quiet spark Not a fire but a lantern in the dark And maybe love returns in gentle ways Like footsteps soft on newer days So let the wildflowers bloom where they may In corners I once kept locked away You don't fix the past, you help me grow In a world that finally feels like home And somehow, in the softest of lines I found my heart, waking for the first time If love is a season, then here you stand The first warm breeze on frozen land And I'm not afraid, not this time To let something bloom that's finally mine