Song for Zoe

It’s Sunday, the world is still,

but my mind keeps running like it always does.

I carry feelings most people can’t handle,

but I’m not done wanting what I deserve.

I don’t need perfection, just someone who stays.

No half-answers, no “we’ll see” energy.

If you’re here, be here — not just in the good parts.

I want closeness that stays even when it gets heavy.

I lean toward women, not for attention, but for connection.

I want something real, not performative.

I want eyes that mean it,

hands that say “I’m here,” not “maybe later.”

Being soft doesn’t mean I’m fragile,

and my scars aren’t a project to fix —

they’re something to understand.

I don’t need repair — I need someone who holds without conditions.

I want love with no pause,

not conversations that fade when it’s inconvenient.

No warm today and cold tomorrow.

All in or don’t come.

Stay when it gets loud,

stay when it gets messy,

stay when my head won’t shut up.

If you show up, show up real.

If you love, love fully.

Short punch lines for a drop:

Stay.

Or go.

But not in between.

All in.

Not half.

I know I’m worth something, even if I forget it sometimes.

I’m learning not to shrink myself

just so someone else feels bigger.

If you see me, see all of me —

not a phase, not a backup plan, not an option.

I want a future, not waiting rooms.

I want to arrive, not survive.

I deserve love that actually shows up.

I’ll keep dancing through the nights until my heart feels lighter,

until bass and breathing stop fighting each other.

I’m not a shadow — I’m light with edges.

I’m not “too much” — I’m just honest.

And yeah, I hope she shows up,

a woman who stays when it gets real.

Not someday.

Now.

No saving.

Just meeting.

No half-choices.

Decisions.

No almost.

All.