You look at me like you're already mine,
But speak in 'ifs' and 'maybes',
Like love's a coin you're scared to flip,
So you keep me in your 'almosts' or 'somedays'.
You hold my hand,
But not my heart,
Say you feel something deep,
But can't promise a start.
You call it timing,
You call it fear,
But I'm still the one,
Standing here.
I'm not a pause,
Not a backup plan,
Not for someone to shelf,
While you figure out if you can.
Because I love like fire,
Bold and bright,
Not hidden behind,
A hesitant light.
So if you won't choose me,
That's your right.
But I won't stay waiting,
In your half-lit night.
T.H
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 7:45 AM UTC
You look at me like you're already mine,
But speak in 'ifs' and 'maybes',
Like love's a coin you're scared to flip,
So you keep me in your 'almosts' or 'somedays'.
You hold my hand,
But not my heart,
Say you feel something deep,
But can't promise a start.
You call it timing,
You call it fear,
But I'm still the one,
Standing here.
I'm not a pause,
Not a backup plan,
Not for someone to shelf,
While you figure out if you can.
Because I love like fire,
Bold and bright,
Not hidden behind,
A hesitant light.
So if you won't choose me,
That's your right.
But I won't stay waiting,
In your half-lit night.
T.H