Believer

Do you belive in love?

I believe my moods shift too much.

Darling, do you believe in dreams?

I believe that I talk too much.

Do you believe in love?

I don’t want to trust it anymore.

Darling, do you believe in dreams?

Because I don’t.

Not anymore.

And you came over to me.

And your neck found its home deep inside my shoulders.

You breathed, and you asked me to breathe, too.

“Darling, I believe in you.”

“Whatever that means, that’s what I’m calling 'love.'”

And you breathed, and you asked me to breathe, too.

And you sighed, and from my trembling lips withdrew.

And you knew.

And I did, too.

You weren’t real.

But do you still believe in love?

I don’t.

Darling, could you believe in me?

When I don’t?

Because I don’t.

I believe my moods shift too much.

I believe I talk too much.

December 2, 2017