In my bones

If you love me,
don’t just tell me.
I’ve heard it
too many times before.

Show me
in the way you adore me,
in the way you stay,
in the way you choose me
when things aren’t easy.

I need to feel it
in your actions,
in your touch,
in the way you hold me
when words aren’t enough.

Because I don’t just want
to hear that you love me.
I need it to sink into me,
into the parts words can’t reach.

I want to know it
in my heart,
in my soul,
in my bones.