Job Welime

I imagine I am hard to love

I imagine I am hard to love,
like tangled threads that never quite meet
but then you come, gentle, patient and slowly, slowly, you find each knot
you trace each line of me like you were born to.

I imagine I am a storm in the quiet of the night,
but you don’t flinch at the thunder
you don’t hide from the lightning, you wrap me in calm
and somehow, even in my wildest weather
you make it feel safe to be me.

I imagine I am a heart that struggles to find its beat
skipping, hiding, unsure, but your hands on mine
your voice in my ear, your love in every quiet space
teaches it the rhythm it was meant to know.

And now, I see it clearly
maybe I am not hard to love
maybe I was just waiting for you to show me, how sweet it can be.