Sunrise in the east
I don’t quite understand.
You tell me I love you too much, and shy away from everything that I have to offer.
You tell me I’m too intense and I put too much into you
But after hours of fighting you do these small things that make me believe differently.
The smallest ways of standing up for me, protecting me, sheltering me
the little actions that still say “I Love You”
Actions speak louder than words
so either tie your words to bullhorns
or stop unconsciously acting out to me.
Because I see right through your stained glass words
right to the brick underneath