Handle with care

I place my heart in your hands,

wrapped in a package marked fragile—handle with care.

I love you, yes, but fear lingers,

whispering warnings of broken pieces,

memories of mending myself alone.

So please, I beg you—don't.

Don't leave me picking up what's left,

don't let love slip through your fingers like sand.

Just hold me, as I hold you—

without limits, without fear, without question.

Time is fleeting, slipping like a sigh.

Why waste it on doubt and distance

when we could meet in the middle,

hearts in sync,

beating as one, alive in love?

For two years, I have longed for this.

And now that I have it, I tremble—

afraid you will see the weight I carry

and decide I am too much.

But here I stand, heart on my sleeve,

offering it freely, vulnerably, completely.

Tell me—do you feel the same?

Or am I alone in this love?

If so, let me go before I break again.

For I cannot bear to piece myself together once more.

But if you stay—stay true.

Stay honest. Stay mine.

Just love me as I love you,

because my heart is yours—

handle with care.