Should we break up? We’re not clicking lately.
You’re like a savory smelling soup, but as soon as I lift a spoonful to my mouth, you go bland.
You’re an inviting heat, but as soon as I try to draw near, you go cold.
You’re like a rhythm. As soon as I try to copy your beat, you go silent.
I’m starting to think you and I weren’t meant for each other.
You’re made of generosity and charity; I’m selfish and greedy.
You’re unassuming and patient; I’m critical and edgy.
You are beautiful. Deep down, I’m grotesque.
Yet, I still feel your pursuit, and I’m flattered.
I see others with you, so I draw near and observe.
Those who have you who are full from a feast. They have warmth from a rich robe that covers, and they tell me it was a gift. They sound a beautiful song, of which the rhythm is key, but hardly noticed.
So, it’s not you. It’s me. I’m distracted…
…and you’re not the one for me after all.
I realize that you are always meant as a result of a deep relationship with my true Pursuer. I was never meant to enjoy you without the One who gives all.
He’s the One for me.
But we can still be friends,