Be you đ
I just want to be first, not second or third,
Not a maybe, not a backup, not some unheard word.
I want to be loved the way I love out loud,
Spoilinâ souls, holdinâ space â makeinâ them proud.
I want to feel wanted, not just when it fits,
Not in the pauses between your convenience and your shifts.
I need your respect, not your careless disregard,
Not feelinâ like lovinâ me gotta be hard.
When I give my all, donât leave it unseen,
Donât take my warmth and treat it routine.
If weâre in a room with a thousand, maybe more,
I want to be the only one youâre looking for.
I want that âI know youâre hurting, but I got youâ kind of love,
The type that holds strong when push comes to shove.
Do I ask too much for a âhey, I miss youâ?
Or a â15 minutes gone an*****anât wait to kiss youâ?
Letâs be God-fearing â hands held in prayer,
Even when life feels perfect and fair.
Letâs fight fair â no yelling, no pride,
No calling up friends just to throw dirt on each side.
Then smile fake like they ainât seen us cry,
While they laugh in corners watching love slowly die.
I donât ask for riches, just for truth and intention,
To be felt, to be heard, to receive loveâs full dimension.
My love language ainât complex or grand,
Just hold me, see me, reach for my hand.
So whyâs it so hard to feel nurtured and known,
In a love where Iâve never left you alone?
