playing on the words of Mr. Bryan

You knew my heart was on a mend

hoped you would be the one that one save me

if you plan on leaving

why'd you have to come at all.

A Christmas card envelope defaced with my sleepy handwriting

I pray it was no more than an unsuccessful attempt at reassurance

but even if you merely rejected

i'm not ready to deny the relief that escaped from my chest

a natural reaction when speaking one's truth

I would've given you all the love God's given me to borrow.

Still trying to give you all the love God's given me to borrow.