I will love you
in the darkness and
all those doors
that close
and make you wait for answers
I will love you
if you choose to wait
and sit down
in front of those walls
like a small child,
hopeful and scared.
I will love you when you hate me
and I will hate that you love me
when I fail you,
when I hold secrets close to me
and fear their discovery
because I'm not supposed to fail, am I.
I promised you I'd find a way to sail
in a broken, sinking boat.
But I took you down with me
and oh, possession
isn't love is it,
and that terrifies me.
I will love you when all is lost,
and when all is sacrificed: our fragile insides
for each other, for our children
but at what cost?
Did we learn to tell each other the truth?
Or did we lose every single sharp tooth
that we used
to tear the world apart
to protect our own heart.