Say You Love Me

You always threatened me with leaving, saying you’d disappear for good. But it was never for good. And now I tend to think, “If only you meant what you said then, if only I made sure you had meant it.” If I had emptied the spaces in my heart that I filled with you, instead of letting you grow with every beat. But I had to be brave and tell you that I loved you anyway. When I could have saved myself. When I never had to love you this much, this way. At least I try to believe that I had a choice. I try to believe I could have loved you less and forgotten your name by now.