when i can't breathe
i read the love story you wrote for me,
combing through the picture it paints
of a saviour desperate to love
a girl wrecked with despair.
i read it and weep
i read it and ask;
"is it still for me?"
"do you still want me? love me? choose me?"
when i am lost & in need of finding,
i read the love story you wrote for me
i sit in the seat of the beloved
and drink of the cup you poured for me
