No Time for "What Are We?"

I have no time for puzzles

dressed as people.

No patience for relationships

wrapped in fog,

their shapes shifting

in the dim light of doubt.

Relationships are partnerships,

a weaving of threads

into something strong enough

to hold both of us.

A deliberate act of creation,

not a guessing game.

Love does not stumble blindly,

fumbling for answers in silence.

It stands firm,

rooted in choice,

a steady hand reaching for yours,

unshaken by the question, *“What are we?”*

If you are here,

be here.

Fully. Fiercely.

Do not leave me wandering

in the labyrinth of your hesitation.

Do not make me beg for clarity

while your lips whisper half-promises

that dissolve like smoke.

I have learned to see love

as more than just proximity.

It is a vow, spoken or unspoken,

to stand beside someone,

not in convenience,

but in commitment.

A partnership should not teeter

on the edge of uncertainty,

where one step forward feels like two steps back.

There is no space in my heart

for fleeting gestures

that vanish in the quiet hours of the night.

Love is not a question mark.

It is an exclamation,

a declaration,

a truth so sharp

it carves a space for us to exist

together, whole.

So come with certainty,

or do not come at all.

I will not anchor myself

to a drifting soul.

I have no time for “what are we?”

when I know exactly who I am

and what I deserve.