Being nonchalant is overrated.

 

Plus, I’m too cheesy to play it cool

I’m holding space for you

 

My catch and release technique for feelings was never effective,

Holding on too tightly to things that weren’t meant to be held captive in the first place.

 

Release control and let love flow:

 

Still,

Holding space for you to help me write a sequel to our love lives but,

rushing only leaves us tongue tied with regret.

So I don’t test the waters you haven’t revealed to me.

I’ve drown too many times in lakes that I thought were ponds,

I know you’ve had your share of issuing a respawn to a suicide mission,

There’s triggers in nuances neither of us knew existed.

 

Rewriting reactions saturated with trauma is a grind that’s only fruitful with patience and time,

I’m not here to make you feel like another woman in line,

I’m holding space,

 

For the fears that God didn’t give you to face alone,

For a friendship that’s prioritized over possession,

For a connection that rejects confinement to the physical world.

 

I’m holding space

For parts of you that you didn’t think had room to breathe,

Fresh air for your daydreams

No more catch and release

I’ll jump in and find you in the ocean.