The problem is

I can't cry 

in the rain

for anyone else.

I can't feel

safe in their arms.

I can't reveal

the depths of my depravity.

I can't tell

them these depths of darkness

that I reach.

I can't giggle

like a child

around them.

I've tried

Oh I've tried

To the best of my ability

So that when they ask

I say that I am fine

and this hubris of mine

is me.

But.

No love will ever achieve 

the deep tenacity of ours

which reaches our souls

and burns our hearts with fire

each time we consider the

terrible deeds we have 

subjected it too.

It may be fragile but it is a love so enduring

I cannot let it go.

"You hold all the tickets, I hold all the fines"

With love,

Beau xx