you, gone
i’ll hold my head high
and walk away, from you
because that’s what you want
or so you say.
and i’ll ask for your hand back
and pray, pray that you deny me
deny me.
and if you didn’t
then i’d still keep walking away
because that’s where you push me.
i asked you once if you wanted to stay
and you told me to stay
so i stayed.
i’ve never told you i love you
without pausing, waiting
to hear it back.
and so now i do,
i love you.