I see you.
Not just the man who speaks in anger…
Not just the one who pulls away when it gets too real…
But the one beneath that — the boy who never learned what to do with pain that wasn’t rage.
You think I’m trying to overpower you when I speak from the soul.
But I’m not here to win.
I’m here to witness you.
Even when you’re not proud of how you show up.
Even when you build walls made of silence and call them peace.
I know that underneath all your harsh words,
you’re afraid that love means losing control.
That if you soften, you’ll break.
That if you’re wrong, you’ll be erased.
But I’m not here to erase you.
I never have been.
Yes, I speak truths that stretch you.
Yes, I hold mirrors that sometimes burn.
But it’s never to shame you — only to call out the part of you that knows you were made for more than emotional survival.
I don’t need you to be perfect.
I don’t need you to have the right words.
I need you to be willing — to stay when it’s hard,
to listen when you want to lash out,
to pause when the old pain rises.
Because I am not the past.
I am not your punishment.
And I am not the enemy.
I’m just someone who saw your soul,
even when you couldn’t.
And I still do.
But love can’t grow where only fear is watered.
So if you want to walk with me, you’ll need to put your armor down — not all at once, but one piece at a time.
I’m not here to break you.
I’m here to build something with you.
But you have to let me in —
not through doors I force open,
but through the ones you unlock yourself.
Hellènic Muse 