beloved

beloved, i know the hell in your chest. i know you’re claustrophobic from the thoughts in your head. i know you struggle to trust my intent. beloved, i know you wish you hadn’t left her wounded. i know you wish you could fix what you’ve broken. i know you feel like you’re not missed. i know you want to make my redemption into your own version where i fix the hurt you inflicted, and give back what i’d given. beloved, maybe that is my intent. or maybe it isn’t. but this is my call for you to man up. to pursue my heart, and know it. to learn my love. & learn how to love.

i will heal your hurt, and the hurt you had no right to give. i will remove the hell from your chest. i long to remove the hell from your chest. i know your head has it’s own version of my best. of how my heart should cherish. but would you set your version aside, and trust to my intent? i know that it hurts you to think i could intend for something else. but would you trust my heart regardless? i swear my intentions for you are innocent. i swear, regardless of whether they match your heart, they are the best for it.

beloved, your sins are not stronger than my redemption. they cannot leave my arms helpless. but there is consequence. i know you wish you could redo every moment you gave in. i know you wish you had stood, and had not fallen. i know you wish you had treasured what i’d given. my love for you has stood. it hasn’t fallen. i swear what i’ll give pales what i’ve given. whether that is or isn’t what you hope for in your chest. but there is consequence. until you man up and accept that my arms are helpless. i know you’re giving yourself to stand now. beloved, that won’t change where you have fallen, but i swear i will bless your stand.

i know you hurt like hell. but man up, and stop behaving as if you’re not my beloved. as if my arms aren’t around you. as if i would let this be your end. i know you feel as if you’re pathetic, but i made you and i swear you are my beloved. you are cherished. i know without trusting i intend the best, it’s hard to not give in to the hell in your chest. i know it’s hard to press in to my heart when you doubt it’s intention. beloved, press in to my heart, and know it. know i long for you to stand. know i long for you to cherish what i give. and know i give what i cherish. know i intend the best.

know my heart, and know i intend the best for my beloved.