You know it’s scary
how I let you close.
Too close.
Far too close.
I probably shouldn’t.
I know I shouldn’t.
Yet here you are,
staring into my eyes
like you’ve already found
what you’re looking for.
Planting kisses on my cheek
that linger a second too long,
like they’re asking
to become something else.
And a part of me—
a very quiet, reckless part—
wants to let them.
But they can’t.
Because you’re too much.
Too sure.
Too… everything I didn’t ask for.
And still,
I’m not complaining.
Because sometimes
God doesn’t give you
what you want.
He gives you
what you need.
And maybe that’s you.
Or maybe
you’re just another lesson
I’ll have to survive.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 12:00 PM UTC
You know it’s scary
how I let you close.
Too close.
Far too close.
I probably shouldn’t.
I know I shouldn’t.
Yet here you are,
staring into my eyes
like you’ve already found
what you’re looking for.
Planting kisses on my cheek
that linger a second too long,
like they’re asking
to become something else.
And a part of me—
a very quiet, reckless part—
wants to let them.
But they can’t.
Because you’re too much.
Too sure.
Too… everything I didn’t ask for.
And still,
I’m not complaining.
Because sometimes
God doesn’t give you
what you want.
He gives you
what you need.
And maybe that’s you.
Or maybe
you’re just another lesson
I’ll have to survive.
Leaving an Emmanuel for another Emmanuel....
How ironic
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