WHEN THE GROUND GIVES WAY (alt)

WHEN THE GROUND GIVES WAY You lean in like a storm don’t knock, Just pressure in the air, Glass sweating on the nightstand, Something heavy everywhere. You say my name like it’s a secret You’re not sure you should keep, And every time the silence stretches I can feel you slip deeper than sleep. There’s a weather moving through you, I don’t ask what it means. When the ground gives way beneath you, When the room forgets its shape, When the fire finds your water And the night starts to shake— Don’t tell me what you’re feeling, Don’t tell me what you need… Just stay right where the truth gets wet And let it happen to me. Your hands talk better than your mouth, They wander like they know, Every inch between restraint and want Starts begging me to go slow. I don’t rush a thing that’s rising, I don’t chase what’s already here, Some heat works best when it lingers Right at the edge of fear. Every look you don’t explain Hits harder than a plea. When the ground gives way beneath you, When the walls forget their lines, When your breath turns into water And your pulse won’t keep time— Don’t name it, don’t frame it, Don’t dry it with belief… Just stay right where the truth gets wet And let it happen to me. I don’t need permission, I don’t need a sign, I can hear the rain starting Every time you go quiet. Some floods come holy, Some come mean, Some just come from holding What you didn’t say to me. If tomorrow asks questions We don’t feel like answering, Let it knock on an empty door While the night keeps unraveling. I don’t promise you forever, I don’t promise relief— Just one honest moment Where you don’t have to be clean. When the ground gives way beneath you, When the fire learns your name, When the tears and sweat and whiskey All start tasting the same— Don’t save it for later, Don’t make it polite or brief… Stay right where the truth gets wet And let it happen to me. Some nights don’t want salvation, They just want release. Some water don’t come from rain— It comes from me.