Promises

When I was young I used to think honey came from
wild honeysuckle, but now I'm convinced that it comes
from the glow in your cheeks when you
smile at me.  I still keep a flower pressed under my tongue
just in case that glow fades so I never forget the sweet
taste of your lips. I won't promise you all my happiness
because I don't want you to be disappointed in
what little I have to offer --  I will give you all the love
I never had and pray that it might convince you to stay.

My demons work in teams of three:
anxiety –
depression –
insecurity…

Promise to let me burrow into your chest when my mind
becomes too cluttered.  Stroke my hair, kiss my forehead
until the vines finally let me go. Let me say "I'm sorry"
hundreds of times even if you think it's unnecessary.  I feel
the need to apologize just because you're willing to
be with me.  There will be mornings my clouds loom
paranoid and guarded, but I hope you find the beauty in my
storm rather than stumbling for cover before your hair gets wet.
Take my hand and show me to the honeysuckle.
I promise you I’ll try.