Falling

The price of love is not one worth paying-

Late nights at the pawn shop trading blind trust and optimisim for sunset kisses.

Cashing in vulnerability when I am already so weak.

To fall, hoping you will catch me.

But what if you don't?

What happens when I must pick myself off the ground, wash the blood away from my broken heart in the bathroom sink and stick a colorful bandaid over the wound, knowing full well that the bright pink doesn't make anything better?

And, still worse, what if I let you fall?

What if I can't catch you in time?

You are shaking now, curled in my arms, and I act like I can give you the world when I just spit empty lies.

"It will be alright."

"Things get better. You'll see."

We are just two broken people, trying to fill the cracks in our hearts with a love we have never been shown.

It's too much. I drive the wedge between us deeper with each careless word.

We'll break, eventually.

Shatter, like glass bottles hitting a brick wall.

I look into your eyes, watching as our moments together tick-tock away, wishing I could grab one, stick it in the back of my empty wallet for a rainy day.

It scares me, to think one day your warm body will not be pressed against mine.

But for now

I pay for the raw emotion between us

with everything I have left.

I just hope one day I will have given enough.