Just a poem, three questions, and a dramatic confession.
What will you do?
Babe, what would you even do,
If I couldn't live without you?
If I confessed that from the start,
you've had a castle in my heart—
I glimpsed my rapture in your eyes
and in your kisses my sunrise.
I admit to my boundless thirst
to keep growing our list of firsts—
as our tomorrows become past,
I just want you to be my last.
Babe, how do you really feel,
seeing all my hopes revealed?
My dreams now find me in daylight
when your presence blesses my sight—
in your arms I'm whole yet unmade—
your voice my healing serenade.
I no longer find shame in tears,
after my chest you cleared from fears—
my self-hatred reduced to dust
once in your hands I put my trust.
Babe, tell me what will you do,
knowing I'm in love with you?
— Cae Rivas —
How terrifyingly liberating it is to lay all your cards on the table. Maybe that’s because the scariest question we can ask isn't “Do you love me?” but “What will you do with my love?”
After all, the real extent of our love is really only known to us.
We've all had moments when love feels too big to keep inside. What confession have you been carrying?
Would you like to read the story of a tear’s journey? I have just the poem for you:
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So I can’t help but remember my absurdity of love….we all fall into that trap willingly and knowing the consequences….and we love it! 😁
This is so beautiful 🥹 even though it rhymes 🤣 it's got that lovely musical rythm and the metaphors and vulnerability are on point. The stanza about no longer finding shame in tears and self hatred being reduced to dust, was my favorite. Love should do all of those things.