Even if it breaks me

I would hold on,

though the weight splits my spine,

though the hours turn hollow

and the sun forgets to rise.

I would stay,

even as the sharp edge of time

carves sorrow into my ribs,

etching your name in every line.

I would bear the ache,

let it settle in my bones,

let it whisper through the cracks

of everything I’ve known.

For love is not just ease and light,

not only days of golden skies—

it is the choice to bleed and fight,

So I will hold on,

even if it breaks me,

even if I shatter in the end—

for love, in all its ruin,

is still worth what I spend.