Beads of sweat across my brow,
Intent as I show my care.
I only know one way to love,
Everything laid out bare.
They cast doubt in my intentions.
Still I keep my grip firm.
Though I’ve been made,
Their scapegoat villain.
They shout from the sidelines,
Building walls hindering your sight.
I try to pull you closer,
Giving you space to win your fight.
The conflict in our game,
I see reflected in your eyes.
As you cater to those beside you,
Trying to reconcile their lies.
My pain from your distrust,
Shadowed by desire for your best.
I temper my strength in this fight,
Trusting you’ll see my sacrifice.
So I drop my end of this rope,
In our game of tug and war.
I step back in my leave,
my callused hand ready,
to take yours with care.