Love me loud

Don’t whisper me like a secret

you’re scared to keep.

Don’t touch me halfway

and then call it caution.

If you’re going to love me,

do it out in the open

no hiding behind perhaps or maybes.

I’ve been the quiet choice before,

the late-night text,

the almost that never showed up.

I won’t fold myself into silence

just to be convenient again.

Love me loud.

With your actions matching your mouth.

With your hands steady,

your intentions clear.

With space for my softness

and my fire.

I don’t need perfection

I need presence.

I need consistency that doesn’t disappear

when it gets real.

I need truth without translation.

I love deeply,

but I’ve learned not to beg.

Not to chase echoes.

Not to confuse chemistry

with commitment.

So if you love me,

stand in it.

Say my name like you’re proud.

Choose me when it’s easy

and when it costs you comfort.

I am not too much.

I am not asking for the impossible.

I am asking for courage.

Love me loud

or let me go quietly

into a life

that will.