Why Now, Why Me

On finally meeting someone who actually means it — and the strange suspicion that follows.

For the part of you that’s been hurt enough times to have built a defense against being loved properly. The poem doesn’t dismantle the defense. It just names it.

It was hard to accept
The love I’ve yearned for

You see, I’ve been hurt before
So many times, too many times

I’ve learned a comfort
In knowing they’ll leave

Knowing it was nothing more than a tease
A taste of what love can be

When I finally met someone who cared
I couldn’t help but feel scared

What’s the catch, why me?

I’ve never been good enough
…or so it would seem

Why now, why me? Feels too good to be true
You see, I’ve had friends tell me I don’t belong

The suspicion isn’t your fault. It’s a calluses-on-your-hand response to a specific kind of damage. The work is mostly noticing it, breathing through it, and not making the new person pay for the old people’s debt.

— JTC

Stay close to the words.

New verses, twice a month. No spam — just words built to linger.