Lyric

He never broke a glass

He never blocked the door

He only made my sentence

Feel smaller than before

I said I felt alone

He looked past my shoulder

Like the wall behind me

Had explained it better

He said

That is not what happened

With a voice so clean

I washed my own memory

Before I made a scene

And I believed the room

When it leaned his way

I believed the quiet

When it told me not to stay mad

He called my anger dramatic

My questions a loop

My hurt an old habit

I should learn to move through

He did not take the knife out

He just named it wrong

Until I held the handle

And apologized too long

There was no crash

No red light

No story people recognize

Just my voice

Getting thinner

Every time I tried

I learned to start with maybe

End with never mind

Keep my needs in soft shoes

Leave no marks behind

I laughed at the corrections

I swallowed the tone

I made myself convenient

And called it being grown

The strange thing is

He liked me better after that

Quieter

Lighter

Easier to place

A woman with no sharpness

Is so easy to praise

I Was Easy to Fade

Not because I had no color

But because he kept explaining

Which parts of me were wrong

And I kept dimming first

Before the light could hurt him

Kept losing the edge

He never wanted all along

Now when I speak

I hear the old permission

Checking every word

For how small it can be

But somewhere underneath

The damaged little silence

A shape I used to know

Is coming back to me

He never raised his hand

He only lowered me

And called the floor

A place I chose to be