‘Do you want me to come home?’
You say, like it’s nothing, down the phone.
Like the weight of my world
Doesn’t hang on your answer.
6,000 miles between us
And still, you give me butterflies.
Yes,
I want to scream back -
Yesterday, now, tomorrow, always
I don’t see a time where I don’t want you near
But that’s selfish
Instead I say
‘It’s not up to me’
I spill my truth in writing,
I leave the choice to you
But
I don’t know how long love lasts
when it’s this far away,
when someone else
is close enough to catch you
if you slip.
What I really mean is -
You are the choice I made
Against my morals and my will
The choice I will justify again and again
To anyone who questions it
You are the right one
I hold no regret
Even if I lose parts of me I held close