i’m sorry that our future is stained
with infinite moments of doubt
like black spots cluttering a map
or that the only guarantee i can give you
is that we’ll eventually reach a point
where i break long silences
to admit in the softest voice
that my thoughts are becoming loud again
take my hand when the world becomes too bright
love me during the days that i’m scared of my own body
and when i try to disappear
i need you to promise that you’ll look for me
before i get too used to the idea of being nothing
but my love
on the days that i’m well
i promise to remind you
why i was worth looking for