even if i die that way.

i can't change you or mold you into

someone ideal, or someone who doesn't hurt

me.

i cannot do anything to stop the loud

clappings of thunder in your tender heart

still shaking.

nor, can i force you to come back

to your senses or at least back to

me.

in all of this love, i run a risk.

there might be loss, violent untruths scattering

me.

but i can sit in the shit with you,

forgive you,

and wait with open arms for you,

even if i die that way.