When I Tell You “I Love You.”

When I tell you I love you, I hand you everything I am and everything I can ever be.

I love you means I will rip myself apart, tear myself down, and build myself right back up to do it again.

I told you I loved you, and I just gave you my heart, and told you that you meant something!

You hold it in your hands like water, slipping through your finger tips only for it to hit the ground and dissipate.

I gave you my skin, naked, and soft; vulnerable.

I give you my action, and I show you that i will always be there, but were you?

I gave you everything I had the only way I know how, and now I wait for at least a thank you.

Or for you to even say it back.