I’m not a quitter,

But hate feeling I need to compete.

Am I choosing to run a race

Where I’ll only face defeat?
Each glance you give away

Feels like a line I failed to say.

Am I the comfort in your night

While someone else owns your day?
I tally every silence,

Weigh each pause like it's a sign.

Is your heart a shared arena,

And I'm just waiting in line?
But maybe love was never meant

To be a game that must be won—

Not earned through fear or rivalry,

But shared beneath an honest sun.