You make me feel
like I'm everything-
until I start to believe it.

Then you vanish,
and I'm back to wondering
if I ever mattered at all.

I don't need perfect.
I don't need pretty.
I just need real.
And I thought maybe
you'd give me that.

You don't have to love me loud.
But ****-
could you at least stop
dropping hints
and calling them honesty?

Because I show up for you.
Every time.
Even when you don't ask.
Even when it hurts.
And all I want is for you
to want me like that.
No-need me.
Not out of loneliness,
but out of knowing
I'm the one who stays.

I'm not asking you to fix what's broken.
I just wish you'd stop
breaking me
trying to figure out
if you're ready.

If you want me-
say so.
And if you don't...
let me go
before I forget how to stop
holding on.