You say I don’t give enough but you just haven’t learned

how to listen to the unspoken

when you hold me close and I don’t run

that’s a sign I want you to stay

stick around past the sighs and you’ll find

that I have nightmares, too

and the same lump in my throat and broken heart you seem to carry around inside.

can’t you see we’re one and the same?

won’t you give this love a chance?