I could love You without having to try very hard at all.
I think God gave me this beautiful curse,
Of looking at everyone and seeing a world of beauty in them,
But forcing myself to go on and live without witnessing it.
It is in moments like these
That I am grateful to my father
Who never knew the true meaning of love.
It is by him that I've found ways to ignore and
Push past a feeling so deep and so strong that
I fear one day I'll drown in it if I truly let myself feel it.
Sometimes,
When I'm sitting alone,
I feel myself starting to fall into it.
(Maybe this is why I can swim, but I'm still afraid of the deep end.)
There are rare moments when I can feel the true version of myself screaming within,
Begging to be let out,
But the introverted personality that I've allowed to grow over the years is an elder,
While my true self remains a babe.
I think I know who I'd be if I stopped fighting it.
I'd be strong,
Fearless,
Loving without fear of losing.
I'd be brave and kind,
I'd be humble, yet still confident.
Maybe this babe has a chance, just yet.
Maybe I found that chance in You.
