I’m trying to figure out the best time to say I want to keep you.
Because I know I tend to come off strong and I’m still a hot mess and
I understand how easy it would be to walk away.
It isn’t your job to calm the storm but
I appreciate when you do.
All I want is to slip my hand into yours and tell you it’s beautiful.
Because it is.
There is beauty in the wisdom you carry – they must be related, intertwined.
I just hope, pray that
when I wake up
and the sun is above my shoulders
when I look down
I’ll see my hand in yours.