he chose me

i wanted to say something about love
see cause, i heard this guy spit last night
he spit about his heart breaking
and this girl
she spit about how much she loved

something to be said about choosing the one
how willing to reserve minutes and hours
days and years
the continuous pregnant thoughts

do the chosen know
that they are, indeed, chosen
they have been plucked carefully
that they have not been overlooked
they are dressed for in the morning
the blush is blushing for them
these dreamy smiles are for him
when his ears are ringing it is because of me

ring my bell
casting my spell
for the one
for you
i took your supplies
invited you to take a seat
while i pitched your tent in my heart
i wrote the words for you
i made it special
cause i thought
i think
you're worth it
you were chosen

so see, love is not something that just happens
it is a creation
it is a birth
and how that child grows
from being your new toy
marvelling at every move
every sound
every breath
then that awkward phase where their arms are too long
feet too big for their own good
saying inappropriate things
maintenence begins to kick in
they start getting a mind of their own
start talking back
regurgitating history
laced with words you taught, you spoke
the fights for individuality
the fight for freedom
the questioning of who am i
where do i fit in this world

that all passes and the day comes
where we let it all go
let it all be
trust we did enough
know we did all that we could
and live fully in the strength of faith