Fear comes with the territory
Hate to break it to ya
Vulnerability comes with the territory
If you haven’t realized
Awkwardness comes with the territory
Wish it weren’t the truth?
I’m in this for the long haul, honey
I’ve planted my roots
Are you scared of losing me?
We made a promise, a pact
To hold hands and grow
Where’s your demons, honey?
There’s nothing you could show
to me to scare me away.
Now if I need some distance,
I will choose me over you.
Do not think that I have come
to make your dreams come true.
Also, keep in mind that I
cannot fix your heart.
My weakness comes in trying;
tearing myself apart
in order to make one tiny stitch
that might not even hold.
My goal is to stop trying—
That game is childish and painful,
not worthy of my time.
Before, I said “I’m in it for the long haul”
but I don’t know how long that haul is.
If you can’t deliver what I’m looking for
If I’m not happy, if you’re a piece that won’t fit into my puzzle
Don’t expect me to stay.
Here is what to expect:
That I will try.
I will paint myself into your picture and see if I fit the color scheme
I will fight through conversations to learn what you mean
I will tell you what I want and let myself be seen.
Don’t expect more of me.
I expect you to:
One. Love me when I’m laughing and hold me when I cry.
Two. Try to be honest with me, love. Just try.
Three. Listen when I teach you something new you didn’t know.
I’m ready to do these things and grow
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