MY MAN
My man He never promised me the moon and stars. He never painted dreams he couldn't reach. But he was always there, A shoulder when my tears had nowhere to fall, The first to show up when I had to leave, The first to answer when I called in fear. He knows me. The tiny bits the unspoken pauses, the hidden storms. He listened. He always listened. But there’s something still missing. A peace I lost long ago. The part of me that once knew how to love fully I don’t know if it’s gone, or just hiding. In the past, They always chose someone else. Someone prettier. Smarter. Better. I was never enough. Not my face, not my voice, not my heart. But him He always chose me. Even when I doubted him. Even when I broke him with my mistrust. He stayed. He acted, his love language was never empty words. He learned me. He made effort when I couldn’t. And I hate that someone in my past Taught me not to love him completely. Because he, He is sweeter than the sweetest honey, Calmer than the calmest sea....
