I Write Poetry

Crumbs Won't Do

I shouldn't have to be vulnerable
Unless you make it safe
I shouldn't have to show my hand
Unless you play fair
I shouldn't have to pull back my affection
Because yours isn't guaranteed
I shouldn't have to be so open
Yet still wonder if you care

The truth of Me is there to read
It's in a language of the heart
The truth of You was there to see
It's just I viewed from a different angle
The truth of Us is unresolved
It's just I wanted it so badly
The truth of it, a challenge
It's just I longed so to untangle

And I allowed for your inexperience
So I tried to give patience
And I allowed for your blindness
So I tried to make it clear
And I allowed for your many failings
So I tried to fill the gaps
And I allowed for your shy demeanor
So I tried to silence my fear

I thought if I gave you the space
You would surely draw closer
I thought if I could give you my trust
You would surely not return something hollow
I thought if I gave you the match
You would surely give me warmth
I thought if I gave you words with depth
You would surely desire to follow

For Love cannot be called 'like'
Because you diminish the strong with the careful
For 'Cherished' cannot go unproven
Because lacking action will make it untrue
For Lovers are more than intimate 'Friends'
Because a body shared, includes the core of a heart
For unselfish giving requires a return
Because to the starving, crumbs won't do