My heart has been a battlefield for far too many years,
Torn and scarred and hardened by a thousand quiet fears.
I built my walls so high I thought they’d never reach the end,
A fortress where I lived alone, with no one to defend.
I hold these three with such a weight it makes me start to shake,
The fear of losing what I’ve found is more than I can take.
But in the cold and hellish pain that I go through each day,
They are the only light I have to wash the dark away.
Alex is the listener, the one who truly hears me and the words i say,
He sits and holds my story, washing back the bitter years. Wishing
To take my pain, but I hope he knows how much he eases my aches.
While others left when rumors swirled or turned their heads away,
He dug for truth and stood his ground, deciding he would stay.
"I’m not going anywhere," he says with such a steady grace,
Defending me against the world, a light in every space.
A hand to pull me upward from the middle of the night.
He makes me plan for futures that I thought I’d never see,
a promise for the light. Demanding that I show up for
the life that’s meant for me. Because of him, I’m finally heard,
my voice is not a ghost, He loves the parts of me that other
people feared the most. Loves the part of me others long forgot.
Then Ozzy brings a different peace, a simple way to be,
A place where I can just exist, and finally feel free.
He might not have the perfect words, a silly "Aww" will do,
But his spirit is the medicine that pulls the spirit through.
I crave our stupid, private jokes that no one else would find,
The echoes of our laughter are the quiet in my mind.
With him, the heavy guard comes down, the tension starts to break,
He is the gentle kindness that a heart is slow to take.
Every dumb conversation is a thread that holds me tight,
A reminder that there’s joy to find within the darkest night.
And Jay—he entered loudly, like a sudden, bright surprise,
Expressing every feeling with the truth inside his eyes.
I wondered why he’d choose me, quiet, awkward as I am,
Why a heart so bold and outgoing would want to give a damn.
But he is proud to have me; he flaunts us to the crowd,
Proclaiming that he’s mine with a voice so clear and loud.
He thinks I deserve "better," but he doesn't understand—
I don't want a "better" world; I want the one he’s planned for us.
He’s reintroducing me to a love I’d long forgot,
Teaching me that I am worth the battle that he’s fought.
Three souls, three different loves, one reason to believe,
That there is still a chance for all the things I can achieve.
Alex for the strength and safety, Ozzy for the light within the soul,
And Jay to show me I am something beautiful and worth love.
Maybe I can be loved too; maybe the walls can fall,
With these three standing by my side, I think I’ll risk it all.
