Because you give your entire because
Lord, you are down.
Because you sat there with me that first night
and handed me your severe love.
Because you drew a bath for me,
Because you meant it,
Because you remained,
Because you wept.

You go back home
and you find your pocket,
when you’re with your homegirl,
and there’s nothing you can’t do.
You relish in the things—
you recall the story,
washing the places you’ve been.
And you lay it all down,

I take my order back,
I take my cherishing.

I take my dreams back
I take that pretending.

You know where I’m used to 
not being recognized 
or sought out 
as a prize.