Careful Consideration
I always notice things and think,
“Oh, you’d love this.”
I wonder if you see things too
And think of me the same way.
To be seen is to be considered,
To be considered is to be seen.
An echo lingers, carved deep in my heart,
Longing to be loved
The way I once loved.
Small gestures, quiet actions—
Little ways I showed I cared.
A language of love, unspoken but clear,
One I hoped we shared.
But to beg for love
The way you give it
Is to steal from yourself
The joy of finding someone
Who won’t make you wonder
If they do the same
It’s terrifying because when love
Is never fed on a warm spoon,
You’ll learn to taste it instead
From the edge of a blade,
Cutting deep into your heart.
