I’ve held my hopes in quiet hands, Looked for love in sinking sands. Fell for smiles that weren’t meant true Told myself they almost knew. I’ve been strong in nights that felt too long, But strength, alone, can feel all wrong. I want a hand to meet my own Not to fix me, but feels like home. Sometimes I feel it’s all my faultMaybe I give too much, or halt. But I just wanted something to stay. So I kept hoping, anyway. I’m not worn out by love itself Not longing for some perfect shelf. I’m just tired of chasing signs, In people who could never be mine. I want…