love comes with grief
and that’s my quiet fear.
how do i love you
when losing you already feels possible?
don’t worry about where we might land
your focus should be
on the way your hand fits in mine.
you’re here now.
look me in the eyes and understand
for love to live,
it’s on us
to breathe the same air
without suffocating each other.
you say i overthink love…
but how can i not,
when my heart has convinced my mind
that this
this is meant for you?
maybe loving you
is just one of the reasons
i'm already falling.
but what’s the point of looking ahead?
i trust this feeling
as much as you do.
do we really need to fall
if i’m already caught in your arms?
and maybe these walls we feel
are not traps
maybe love laid them
as a cornerstone.
so what is there to fear?
i’m not saying this
to sweep you off your feet
just saying…
if we’re going to fall anyway,
why be afraid of the ground?