Hold You Well

We fell too fast,

we fell too deep,

gave each other everything.

No careful steps, no looking back,

we chose forever just like that.

And when we were good,

God, we were good,

the whole world disappeared.

There was nowhere I would rather be than anywhere with you near.

Maybe that’s why

we held so tight

through every rise and fall—

we knew how beautiful it could be when the noise was gone.

We were always chasing balance,

somewhere between fire and rain.

From holding on like nothing could break us to losing each other

again. I never needed perfect,

I never asked for easy days.

I only wanted somewhere peaceful

where our love could finally stay.

We’d lose our way,

then find each other,

and suddenly we’d be us again.

One look, one touch,

one quiet moment, and I’d remember everything.

Those were the moments that kept me hoping,

the reason I stayed through every storm.

Because when your heart was open to me,

there was no place that felt more warm.

But somewhere on this journey

I started losing you.

And love became me reaching

for someone I once knew.

We were always chasing balance,

somewhere between fire and rain.

From holding on like nothing could break us

to losing each other again.

I never needed perfect,

I never asked for easy days.

I only wanted somewhere peaceful where our love could finally stay.

Now I don’t want to pull you back.

I don’t want another fight.

I just want you to find some quiet,

I just want you to find your light.

Find some sleep.

Find solid ground.

Find yourself beneath the sound.

And if the road that takes you there

is one I cannot follow through,

then as much as that will hurt me,

that’s what I want for you.

We were always chasing balance,

maybe that’s what we never found.

We knew the highest kind of heaven,

then watched it all come crashing down.

And God, I’ll miss those moments

when there was nothing else but you.

But loving you can’t only mean

I need you to love me too.

So if your peace is somewhere

that doesn’t have me in the view,

I’ll learn to live without you— if it means you make it

through.

When we were good,

there was nothing better.

Maybe that’s why

letting go takes forever.