When I Breathe

Your heart aches
because of who I am and how I love
and who I’m not and how I hold
between the highs and the low.
Notes of our music, on and off key.
Your love’s not in the key of me.

I hurt you
both in the sharing and not sharing,
of everyday and extraordinary caring,
without thinking, without knowing
never giving in. Is it a wise fight?
How do we find the courage to say goodnight?

I hurt you
when I breathe.

This entry was posted in sloetry and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

One Response to When I Breathe

Leave a Reply