The One Who Stays…

I let you hold me, thinking I was the only one you wanted to pick up

But once again I leave this situation just feeling not enough

Not enough to cherish forever, but enough to admire for a day

A pretty place to visit, but not one where you’d want to stay

Why wouldn’t you want to stay here, when I’ve made my bed just for you?

Do you feel unsettled in it, knowing just how many others you could sleep in too?

But still I wait for you to come and visit, basically sitting right at the door.

And just when I think you forgot I hear a knocking, but not the one I’ve grown to listen for

I open it, awaiting a new clear-minded you

But instead I see an unfamiliar face, who’s smile is raw and true

He takes me out to dinner, and doesn’t even try to make a move

He waits until a few days later to ask to kiss me with a sunset view

It was out in the open, not your dark disheveled room

It’s sweetness was unspoken, but then I felt my heart begin to bloom

Every passing hour with him felt too right, like he was a home made perfectly for me

And I know if he lets me stay here, I’ll never find another place I rather be

Now, the thought of that is scary, but the excitement in it outweighs

I wanted you to come over, but I want him to be the one who stays