If I carved the words "I love you"
into every inch of my skin,
would you believe them?
Would you believe me?

If I painted a picture of my heart
with the very blood that it pumps,
would you cherish it?
Would you cherish me?

If I promised that there was no one else,
that there was only you,
would you accept that?
Would you accept me?

I did not **** that hour.
The hour--- killed--- me.
Yes! I died in that hour.
Dead of terminal ennui.

My soul left my body
And transcended into heaven
On a scale of one to ten
It was totally eleven.

I was almost able to ask
Jesus all my queries
But then the Earth pulled me back
And here I sit, still weary.

the stars in your eyes shine brighter than the comets falling from your open wrists