Peace

Oh, when I’m in your arms and the world grows quiet,

I find peace.

When your eyes lock into mine

and we just stare —

oh, that’s where I find peace.

When you hold me

and tell me this is the best part of your day,

just being around me —

another signal of my peace.

When you guide my feelings gently,

tell me to be vulnerable,

say, Speak up, I’m listening —

oh, I find peace.

The fact that you brought me peace

made me feel I owed it to you

to give that same peace back.

So when you left me,

when you ghosted for someone else,

I found another kind of peace:

the peace of knowing

that someone might try to love you,

but nobody will love you

the way I do.