I used to think that love was holding tight,
Like if I let you go, you’d slip from sight.
I used to think that fear was proof enough—
That being scared was what made love so tough.
But slowly I have learned it’s not a race,
It doesn't need to take up every space.
When I was just attached, I needed more;
I kept one hand upon the open door.
I didn’t just want you happy—I wanted you near,
I wanted the words that would quiet my fear.
I wanted to be chosen, to be shown,
Because I was afraid to stand alone.
But real love doesn't speak in a demand,
It doesn't hold a tight and trembling hand.
It’s quieter than that; it lets you breathe,
It doesn't break when it’s time to leave.
It lets you grow, it lets you find your way,
Without the heavy weight of having to stay.
I’ve seen it now—the harder that you press,
The more you turn a blessing into stress.
You cannot protect love by holding on;
You only notice when the air is gone.
So if it’s real, it won't require a chain,
It stays through sunlight and through rain.
If you are meant for me, you’ll find the shore,
Without me having to lock every door.
Because I finally learned the truth of it:
You cannot keep what wasn't meant to fit.
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 12:24 AM UTC
I used to think that love was holding tight,
Like if I let you go, you’d slip from sight.
I used to think that fear was proof enough—
That being scared was what made love so tough.
But slowly I have learned it’s not a race,
It doesn't need to take up every space.
When I was just attached, I needed more;
I kept one hand upon the open door.
I didn’t just want you happy—I wanted you near,
I wanted the words that would quiet my fear.
I wanted to be chosen, to be shown,
Because I was afraid to stand alone.
But real love doesn't speak in a demand,
It doesn't hold a tight and trembling hand.
It’s quieter than that; it lets you breathe,
It doesn't break when it’s time to leave.
It lets you grow, it lets you find your way,
Without the heavy weight of having to stay.
I’ve seen it now—the harder that you press,
The more you turn a blessing into stress.
You cannot protect love by holding on;
You only notice when the air is gone.
So if it’s real, it won't require a chain,
It stays through sunlight and through rain.
If you are meant for me, you’ll find the shore,
Without me having to lock every door.
Because I finally learned the truth of it:
You cannot keep what wasn't meant to fit.
Love is a guest, not a prisoner