More than willing

You're more than willing to let go,

but I'm not.

I feel too deeply,

love too recklessly,

and I don't say those words lightly.

I rarely speak them—

but fuck it.

I'd stay here,

drown in this mess,

if it meant you'd stay,

if it meant you'd hold on.

But you won't.

You won't even try.

And that—

that hurts like hell,

like fire on an open wound,

like every warning I ignored.

I knew better.

I knew better.

And still, I fell for you.

Like a fool.

Like a dreamer.

Like someone who forgot

how much falling always hurts.