I joke with the world, I play with words online, But none of those words describe what’s truly mine. The internet gets the noise, the laughs, the show — You get the quiet truth that only you should know. I’m here, aren’t I? Still here, beside you tonight, Not running, not leaving, just holding you tight. Words typed in the dark don’t speak for my heart, Only you’ve seen the part that was never for art. So let the timeline have its jokes and its games, But you have my mornings, my silences, my name. And if I’m being honest, the realest thing I’ll say You’re not someone I joke about walking away.

And I mean this with everything I have to give That joke dies tonight, for as long as we live. No more careless words thrown out for a laugh, You’re not a punchline, you’re my better half. I’m sorry, truly, for making you feel unsure. Of all the things I know, you’re worth so much more.