“(three sun emojis)”
And I just want to enjoy the sunrise,
but my mind’s already catapulting into catastrophe.
I’m getting really tired of asking what is wrong with me.
I try to name my feelings as I feel them.
Try to reach out and say sorry first,
but occasionally I’m noticing that my proactiveness feels like a curse.
Can I ever get used to just letting things settle?
Can I ever get used to just letting things go?
Or am I bound to be toeing the line between keeping my heart safe and giving my head new woes?
I don’t want to worry you, to push you away.
I know I’ve got more baggage than most do,
and I think it might be growing every day.
I’m terrified to make you uncomfortable,
to feel anything less than safe.
Cause I selfishly want the comfort of your arms
and don’t know how much longer I can wait,
before I see you again,
hear you again,
be calmed by my lighthouse in my raging storm.
And I thank you for your patience and your unflinching kindness
and for always making me feel at home.
So do tell me when I cross I line
or when you want me by your side.
Cause if it’s us against the world baby,
then I think we’ll do just fine.