Risk & Love
Every day I write two words, With a broken pen upon my wrists: Risk and Love in dark blue ink, Sleeves pulled down to cover this. It's a declaration, a reminder, Of the chance I've sworn to take, To try, to work, to listen Even if my heart should break. This "us", this "we", is the risk I choose. To love and be loved, even if we lose. But we won't have lost, not really Even if this "we" should end. Risking and loving and breaking Are better than never having to mend.