No bravery for love...

Love unravels me,

constantly. 

To have 

any sense 

of self 

is futile,

when I know

that 

the only thing

that is constant 

in my life,

is that

of cathartic 

experiences. 

Experiences,

that will drive me to tears

break me

and 

shake me, 

leaving me 

naked and defenseless , 

regardless 

of the 

elements involved. 

Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn..

Who cares? 

Rain, snow, sunshine...

Sometimes,

I wish that 

I didn't have to carry so much.

Why does Love trust me so much to carry its message? 

I don't feel that brave, after all.

Give me my wings,
before I fall.