Closer, Not Less

I saw that re-post the other day,
"Does knowing me more
lead to loving me less?"
I couldn't get myself to scroll past it
the question echoing in my mind

I know that question, I know how that feels
I ask myself too, in the quiet of the night
the world asleep and my thoughts loud
Wondering if closeness always ends
by aching, pain, disaster, and distance

There's only one thing that I do understand:
Knowing you only draws me closer.
As I learn each "favorite" I wonder why
Would you ever double that you are worthy.
As I learn each desire, hope, and dream
I hope you reach each and every one

You tell me you're "a lot", you're so convinced
You're scared of the door to your mind and
what would happen when you finally let it open.
You're scared to let me inside, to let me see you
on the bad days, the quiet and heavy days,
the days you just don't recognize yourself

I need you to know that they don't scare me.
Those days won't change how I see you.
They won't make you any less worthy of love.
They make me want to stay longer, listen harder
hold space instead of leaving it empty

Knowing you more leads me to loving you more
It draws me closer to you with each day
With intention and gentle patience,
I will not be looking for the exit,
but searching for a seat in the front row.