that halfway, shrug-shoulder,
“you know how I feel” kind of love.
Love me out loud.
Love me like your heart got no reason to hide.
Give me that
“say my name, say my name
when everybody around you” kind of love.
Let it show in your walk,
every lil step you take
the way your posture straighten
when I enter the room,
the way your soul look occupied
even when I’m not beside you.
I want the kind of love
that slips into conversation naturally.
Not my name
but the way your eyes soften
when somebody asks why you smiling.
The way your voice get warmer
talking about “someone”
who make life feel lighter.
I want your friends to know it
without introductions.
Want strangers to feel it
in the distance between your sentences.
Want your love to sound certain
not whispered like a secret
you afraid to claim.
Don’t love me nonchalantly.
Don’t hand me affection
with your palms facing down.
If I’m yours
stand in it.
Let your actions pronounce me
without ever spelling my name.
Let your loyalty be so obvious
even silence says I’m loved.
I’m not asking for obsession.
I’m over being a toxic fetish.
I don’t want to be loved in secret
and denied in daylight.
I just want to be claimed.
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