You say it would be different,
If only I had known
If only I had held you right,
Or made your heart my home.
But hearts are never simple things,
They stumble, stretch, and bend,
And though I failed in many ways,
I never tried to pretend.
I showed up in the silence,
In the shadow and the storm,
I may not have loved you perfectly,
But I loved you deep and warm.
You wanted words I couldn’t find,
While I craved peace, not war,
And still I reached with trembling hands,
To try and give you more.
You say that you grew weary
Of begging for your due.
But love, I too was tired,
Of never being enough for you.
Not every fault was mine alone,
And not every tear was yours.
We both brought flames to sacred ground,
And burned behind closed doors.
Yet through it all, I held a hope,
That something real could grow
A quieter kind of sacred love,
A light we both could know.
So here I stand, not proud, but true,
With lessons I now see,
And say with all the strength I have:
Don’t give up on you and me.
Let’s not end with shattered words,
Or walk away too fast.
Some bonds are worth a second breath,
Some hearts are built to last.
