Warm, but it flickers—candlelight gold.
You live in fight or flight, I see,
Always hoping to break free.

You pour out loving words, no doubt,
Yet stab me softly as they spill out.
I know you don’t mean to—I promise.
But how much longer till you promise?

I’ll hold the pain, I swear—be honest.
I’ll write it down, try to keep quiet,
Tuck it away, keep it all private,
While my heart sparks a silent riot.

Hiding the bold lines that bleed in ink and not my skin,
Questioning and asking when
And if I will I give in,
And let it bleed from my skin.

Still, even pain can bloom, if sown.  
Loving you might be hard now—  
But I won't let you go.  
I still want our love to grow.