I'm weak

I give in easily
to your sweet words
like honey to my ears
that goes straight to my soul

but your pillow talk
and sweet nothings
were exactly what they were
nothing

so I drown myself
in the bitter truth
which makes me fall deeper
until I suffocate
and feel nothing

but then a hand reaches out
a ray of light beaming down
so I rush only to find
an arm that extends
to your sweet lies
and bitter truths

and you know
what makes it so hard?
because I'd hold on to you still
because I'm **weak