Whispers in the Night

There once was a love that glowed like glass–perfect only in its potential,
But fear, patient as rot, drew a line straight through the center,
Splitting hope into fragments, promises into weapons we now wield in the dark.
We whispered secrets at night–soft, desperate,
Hoping our confessions might create a new truth,
But dawn always arrived and made liars of us both.

We hid from what we could feel,
Burying tenderness beneath sarcasm, need beneath ritual–
Love became a closed room,
Too broken for healing, too familiar to abandon.
We danced on the edge of fire,
Afraid of the spark but more afraid of the cold,
So we learned to love by memory,
Tracing the ruins with cautious fingertips,
Forgetting what was real,
Until all we had left was the dark.

Whispers in the night–
Where love and fear collide,
We dance on broken glass,
Bleeding, but still we run and hide.
There is no dawn left for us,
Only the hush between heartbeats,
Where love is never loud enough
To drive out fear.