Hold my heart

Keep your hands open, I'll pour my care into your palm. Don't be anxious, don't feel like a fraud. Show me your true intentions and hurt me as you please, for I will find a way to be there for you, every minute you breathe. Even if it grows vines around my core and it hurts to speak, I'll still hold you in my arms and unroll your drenched sleeves. For when its either ones turn to leave, grasp the care I gave you within your palms you keep, as I'll ache with my heart with moments that used to feel like sleep, moments in which felt like a dream.