Close the door Let the city keep its noise
Light a match Watch what you think you own turn honest
I folded up the mailbox where your letters used to live
tucked cashmere memories into the seam of something I forgive
There was a clause with your name printed neat and small
I fed it to the flame and watched your handwriting fall
Cut my hair in the bathroom light left the braid on the sink
the mirror kept my outline while I learned how not to shrink
I burned the list of promises you traded for a night
then planted little paper seeds and waited for the light
They taught me how to bow how to fold myself away
but a moth remembers how the moon pulls at the day
So I breathe in the ash feel the weight come off my chest
there’s a slow slow unbuttoning beneath my breath
Chrysalis I’m quiet in the dark learning the shape of myself
Chrysalis seams unthread I stitch tomorrow with a tender hand
Chrysalis silver on my skin where once I wore my past
I break I bloom I circle back —this quiet is my plan
I traded all your emergency contacts for a list of small good things
a barista who remembers my name a jukebox with old fling-songs that sing
I ripped the corners off your photos where your laugh crowded mine
kept the polaroids of midnight rewired them into a line
Took the suit you pressed into my closet and made a flag
sewed a pocket in its lining with the pages of the part I had to drag
Walked past the theater where we used to bow in sync
left a lipstick mark on the marquee and watched the neon blink
Mm-hmm ah —doo-wah doo-wah ah
Listen —the thread hums the thread hums the thread hums
I hum back I hum low I hum high and then I come undone
Chrysalis I fold into the dark to find a softer plan
Chrysalis I map the small repairs with gentle hands
Chrysalis the hush is not a giving up it’s how I stand
I break I bloom I sing again —I become my own brand
There was a contract with a signature a photograph with lies
there was a voicemail in the shape of your small goodbyes
I kept what mattered burned the rest in a tin can prayer
watched smoke lift my old name and let it float out there
Chrysalis hold me in the hush cradle me like rain
Chrysalis I fold the past and start again
Chrysalis every seam I stitch becomes a soft refrain
I break I bloom I open wide —I rise from my own flame
Keep your applause —this is not a curtain call
This is a quiet becoming This is a small feral song
