Someone once offered me a key to you. But I didn’t take it,
because I’d rather deserve you than receive you.
And if you didn’t want me, I wouldn’t want myself, either.
You’re the answer to the questions I haven’t asked.
You’re the solution to the problems I haven’t thought about.
You’re the light to the darkness I haven’t even noticed.
You are my strength, but only because you are also my weakness.
And only because I don’t care how weak I look to you,
just as long as you look at me in the way that I look at you.
This is where I hope, even when all that is left is hopelessness.
Let me convince myself that we are playing a game.
Even if I’m the one both hiding and seeking.
Even if I’m the one both chasing and running.
Let me convince myself that you’re in this, too.