Don't give me promises you
can't keep.
Don't place forever in my hands
only to let it fall.
Don't take my heart away
when I've only just learned to open it again.
I feel myself falling into you,
not with fear-
but with a fragile hope.
and yet,
I don't deal in promises,
only in the truth of the moment.
Every song you write
breathes of love,
while my words stumble
trying to catch their breath.
I paint with feelings,
as if colors are fading
the moment they touch the page-
still,
they draw your face.
Don't give me love
that disappears with silence.
Don't heal my wounds
just to open them again.
let it stay.
If not,
let me go.
Because even in the breaking,
I choose love-
raw,
imperfect,
but mine.