Hostage

It's how you whisper at night

"don't get hurt"

"don't grow old"

"don't die on me"

it's that crippling fear

that you might somehow lose the other person

and lose yourself 

it's how tight you hold them that night 

sometimes 

leaving 

and loving 

are not that different 

sometimes

they hurt the same  

memory is a shallow friend 

that dresses you up

and brings me down

I try to believe that making it 

work

equals a moment in time

but ours feels like an oversung lullaby 

that keeps me up at nights 

now I am terrified 

with no version of you to hold 

there is no sound

quite as haunting

as the one that love makes

when love breaks.