hand grenades There were times, early on, when I doubted my ability to love you. Being with you was like holding the grip of a grenade in my palms and waiting for you to pull the pin. If only I'd been able to hurl it away in time before the force of the explosion tore open the netting of my perfectly aligned #life. Yes there were times when I doubted my ability to love you but every time I tried to look down at the grenade in my palm you pulled me closer averting my gaze until I forgot it was even there. The whispered "I love you"s and collar bone kisses were some how all I need to convince myself I was brave enough to carry your explosions. And for what? The day came when you ripped yourself away from me, taking the pin with you and I was left with a death sentence signed with your name and all I could do was look at my weak hands filled with the last words of a past love and pray the blow wouldn't be a fatal one. Yes, there were times when I questioned my ability to love you... but you convinced me you were worth the tragedy of a broken heart at an early age.