I don't always feel
like our love is equal.
I lie awake at night
staring at the photos on my wall
replaying our last phone call
like a broken record
or tripping on something
waiting for the fall.
We're so many miles apart
I feel like I'm going crazy
sometimes
I think back to the start
when our love was deep and
less disrupted
by misspoken words or
quiet daggers from a half-broken heart.
It seems like the sky
is swallowing me whole
waiting for the time to pass
by, until I see you again and
our conversation can be more than just
a meaningless exchange of air-
because I know that you care.

I sort of get scared
because sometimes you're hot
other days you're cold
and we both get upset.
I just hope you'll still be there
and that you won't give up
when the "going gets tough."
i'll still love you when times are rough.