THE LOVE YOU ARE GIVING

 

I can't breathe.

This is the closest I have come to happy ending.

Your palms on mines, your insane laughter, 

my broken heart, a partially committed mind.

Now, you are closing up on me,

telling me words that interest me,

but I have heard them before,

and they ended up being lies.

You are just like me,

equally broken and uncertain.

But unlike you, I don't test the waters

so carelessly.

You are sticking your head out,

telling me of how much you love me.

But I can bet my life, 

you won't be here, beside me

when I look for you after today. 

I have been in this place,

several times more than once.

Kissed the lips of one I thought I love.

I have poured out myself,

way beyond enough.

So, your words are not new to me.

Neither are your promises.

It is safer if you leave.

Don't make it one bit late.

I promise I won't take back

the stories I told you.

I won't stop crying when I miss you.

But I can't make one more move.

I will drive out my sanity too soon.

Promise me, that as I have made this easy,

You won't try to reason why

I am not accepting the love you are giving.

Because I know you,

and I don't think my burdens

are yours to lift.

I think you will give up on me.

Or maybe those are my insecurities.

But this love you are giving

isn't a momentum you can keep.

Until we meet again,

your sanity you can keep,