Even If...

I cannot write.
I cannot make the pen touch the paper.
I try to make this right
But I just cannot do this, love.
My hands shake.
The page is blurry With my tears.
Through my eyes this is hope.
Hope I Create.
And through yours?
I said it was stupidity.
Stupidity on my end
Because I chose to no longer write to cope.
I no longer call the people I loved my friend.
I cannot show you the intimate details.
I cannot hand you the key.
I don't want to show you.
My hands shake,
Anymore you're the only reason.
I know,
You know.
We all see.
I have no more use for my pens
Because you are the only thing I can write.
You are the only thing that makes my words flow.
I say this not because I can't
But because I won't.
And the sad thing is we all know.
I was falling to pieces on the floor.
And I don't chose to write
But I will not give it completely away.
Because over theses few months
Even if my hands shake,
Even if I cry,
I know whatever happens it'll be okay.