Mirage.

broken.

"Hearts are meant

to be broken."

You whispered

In between

Our kisses.

"I will

Mend your

Fractured rib-cage.

I promise

To love you,

Even if you

Are not whole.

Love is

Meant to be

Perfect, darling.

Or maybe,

Almost there."

Your lips

Linger on my neck.

"I promise,

To kiss your

Skin numb.

To make love,

While you

Stain my

Eyelids with

Salt water.

Your scalded

Soul,

Your fatigued

Humility

And,

You

My brave,

Little

Autumn leaf,

I promise to

Keep you safe.

I promise

To keep you

Sheltered,

And

Color you,

Orange, red and yellow."

I smile at you,

While

I dig

Solace in

Your sighs.

"Hearts are meant,

To be broken,

You say.

But,

So are,

Promises."