Whole

I'm not hollow anymore, not the hunger at your core.
Blooming like a hidden rose, only I know where she goes.
I'm not your borrowed flame, not the candle you became.
Underneath the velvet sky, I am whole, I am whole.
Harbor lights and unfamiliar shores; I've been opening unfamiliar doors.
Every hallway holds a different key,
But I'm learning which one sets me free.
You were marble,
I was running water; now the stone means nothing,