you say you know what I feel
and yet, your silences suggest otherwise.
Don’t get me wrong, I know it’s not “all about me”,
But even you can’t deny the difference
between a two sentence (or ten sentence) text
and looking at each other.
I do wonder if you think I’m not one,
but two people.
How I wish you knew the weight of
what I’ve chosen to leave behind,
Before you, not for you.
For God, and the sake of my soul.
I have expressed to you,
the weight of my heart,
and the fire of my hope,
I have given it to you,
that you cannot deny.
It could be everything, you know.
It could be more than enough.
And I hate when you say things
that make me feel like you’re settling,
when other times, I know, or at least I think,
that you feel like you’ve struck gold.
I’m a tall order and sometimes I just feel like
I’m getting taller (to you).
But all these things might feel different
with your hand in mine.
Who knows? Only God.
I hope you know how much
I want you to stay.