You asked me if I was ready for this love and I was.
I was ready in the way the sky is ready for dawn,
certain it would come, certain it would stay.
What I wasn't ready for
was the quiet after,
the way something so alive
could simply... stop breathing.
I never imagined an ending,
never rehearsed goodbye in my head
I held on like endings were myths,
like love, once spoken, was permanent.
Maybe that was my mistake-
not loving you,
but believing that love alone
could keep you from leaving.
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 11:30 AM UTC
You asked me if I was ready for this love and I was.
I was ready in the way the sky is ready for dawn,
certain it would come, certain it would stay.
What I wasn't ready for
was the quiet after,
the way something so alive
could simply... stop breathing.
I never imagined an ending,
never rehearsed goodbye in my head
I held on like endings were myths,
like love, once spoken, was permanent.
Maybe that was my mistake-
not loving you,
but believing that love alone
could keep you from leaving.
