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?