first time

Jan 25th 2024 

January is ending 

Another month has passed

and I just pray I get to live some more. 

I want to slow down,

like the tempo of an angel.

I want to take it slow. 

I want to breathe some more.

You love me even when I'm insecure. You love me when I'm mellow. 

The first time you complimented me you didn't say I was pretty.

You hold my hand when I'm scared and say you're proud of me. 

I wanted to say thank you for seeing all of me. 

I want to call you my home and I crave to be in your arms. 

And I feel it coming: the laughs, the comfort, the merging of lives. 

But first, 

Can I please just be here?

Can I please just be here?

If I'm going to bed, can I just sleep?

If I'm opening a book, can I just read?

Can I just be here?

Can I just be here?

Can I learn more about keeping my head afloat?

Can I look at you and believe what you say?

Let me stay here for a while dear.

Let me be with myself for a while, 

don't you know it's my first time?