If I Could Give You Peace

My love,

I was listening to this song tonight,

and somewhere between the chords and the quiet,
I thought of you.
Of us.

Of the way I wish I could love you without leaving ripples in your calm.

You deserve mornings wrapped in stillness,
a love that doesn’t come with storms,
a hand to hold without the weight of uncertainty.

But loving me—
it’s never been simple, has it?

There is something restless in me,
a shadow I cannot outrun,
a tide that pulls me back even when I want to stay.
I have never known how to exist without bracing for the fall,
without waiting for the rain to come.

But you—
you stand like sunlight, steady and unshaken,
and I wonder if I am only darkening your sky.

 

Still, I would fight for you.

I would meet you where the fire burns hottest,
walk beside you through the wreckage,
give you my wild, my quiet, my name, my life.

I would choose you in every world,
in every lifetime,
in every version of myself.

 

But I cannot give you peace.
And I ache wondering—
is love enough
if I can never give you peace?

 

Yours,

B