If I’m going too…

Giving your heart away is the worst part of the not knowing if it’ll get broken

If I’m going to fall,
and give it all away—
the careful walls,
the practiced strength,
the way I pretend I don’t need—
I hope it’s for you.

I’ve loved before with open hands
and learned how easily
they come back empty.
I’ve stitched my heart up quietly,
told it to be smarter,
told it to wait.

But something about you
makes waiting feel like fear
instead of wisdom.

So if I step forward,
if I risk the ache before it happens,
if I choose hope over habit—
I hope it’s you standing there.

Not another almost.
Not another lesson.
Not another love that teaches me
how to survive instead of stay.

If I’m going to fall
and give it all away,
please—
let it be for you,
and let it be something that lasts.