Be you 💐
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,
Spoilin’ souls, holdin’ space — makein’ 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 feelin’ like lovin’ me gotta be hard.
When I give my all, don’t leave it unseen,
Don’t take my warmth and treat it routine.
If we’re in a room with a thousand, maybe more,
I want to be the only one you’re looking for.
I want that “I know you’re hurting, but I got you” kind of love,
The type that holds strong when push comes to shove.
Do I ask too much for a “hey, I miss you”?
Or a “15 minutes gone an*****an’t wait to kiss you”?
Let’s be God-fearing — hands held in prayer,
Even when life feels perfect and fair.
Let’s fight fair — no yelling, no pride,
No calling up friends just to throw dirt on each side.
Then smile fake like they ain’t seen us cry,
While they laugh in corners watching love slowly die.
I don’t ask for riches, just for truth and intention,
To be felt, to be heard, to receive love’s full dimension.
My love language ain’t complex or grand,
Just hold me, see me, reach for my hand.
So why’s it so hard to feel nurtured and known,
In a love where I’ve never left you alone?
