It wish someone would give me.the kind of love
whe way kind, broken people do—
then I had none.
I know how to give love
Io be called a friend
I learned what it meant
E learned while I was alone.
verything I know about showing up,
I know you love her, I can see it in your glances around the room. When she's there your eyes are nowhere else. They're right here, in this living room staring at her sitting on this couch. I know you love her, I can feel it when you talk to me.