Yesterday, you told me how you feel.
You sat me down on your kitchen countertop
and told me what you felt was real.
You’re not ready to get married yet.
You’re not sure if you’re the husband for me.
Maybe the reason God put you in my life
was important but obsolete.
You said you’ve been doubting our forever,
even if there were plenty of reasons why
we should be together.
You’re attracted to me but
you aren’t in love with me;
you can’t look my parents in the eye;
you’re not the man you want to be for me.
Could I please let you try?
So, let’s tone it down, you said, to
give you some time. We’re not breaking up.
You’ve just got a lot on your mind.
Still, you told me to guard my heart
and walked me to the door.
“It’s not you; it’s me,” you assured me.
“I just want to do the right thing and please the LORD.”
While I was glad you told me,
I still felt like crap inside.
“Now you know how I’ve been feeling,” you bemoaned.
You didn’t turn around when I drove by.
Last night, I got home and prayed,
called my mom, ate mac n’ cheese and cried
until I fell asleep, to dull the pain and settle my mind.
This morning, I feel kinda hollow inside.
But, it hurts and I know why.
The Rose 
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