You took my armor off the moment you held me in your arms, leaving me defenseless. You spoke of love and I bled; then, I bled some more when you spoke of forever. You knew the secret passageway to my heart — a way of sneaking into my skin, hiding under my ribs, and possibly, staying there forever. I knew I was getting myself into trouble, but I found myself welcoming you in no matter what.

It feels like a constant battle I can't win.

And so, I surrender.

And I'm yours.

Labels: Battle, Emotions, Falling, Forever, Gravity, Love, Personal, Sara Bareilles, Vulnerable, You and Me