You stay open
when every fiber of your being screams to shut down.
You know no one’s coming—
no soft voice, no saving hand—
and still,
you let yourself drown.
Going numb would be easier,
but you take the next breath, even when you’re shaking.
There’s nothing you cannot face—
not because you’re unbreakable,
but because there’s nothing left in you
that’s afraid of breaking.
You keep on walking,
even when you’re alone—
’cause that’s what you do.
But with me,
you don’t have to put on a brave face, love.
Because if brave ever had a face…
it would’ve been you.
