when i look into your eyes,
i can see that you are frightened.
and this is so painful for me because you are so young
so fragile, so beautiful
and im sorry young lady
im sorry that, im not with you
that im not holding you in my arms
telling you everything is going to be okay
im sorry that im not there to tell you, you are so special you are worth so much more
you are worth,
so much more than ****** addictions and thoughtless arguments
its not your fault, none of it will ever be your fault
i promise you that i will take us to the end of this world and make us happy
make you happy
you deserve to be happy
your are everything i could have every asked for
you are so perfect to me.
i love you silver.
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 4:32 AM UTC
I swear things will get better.
Even skinned knees and scraped palms
take some time to heal.
And you are chiseled marble,
sculpted into something lovely.
Stronger than diamonds,
and more beautiful too.
Your eyes reflect hardened obsidian,
birthed from flowing fire itself.
You might still be in pieces,
but you will be rebuilt.
And I will help.
So please, let me handle your scars.
I want to know them inside and out.
I promise I’ll be gentle, I know how tender they can be.
I am well trained in unsettled regrets after midnight,
and fluent in the language of comforting silence.
I know each jagged ridge holds so much you’ve lost
or tried to gain.
I know how much they mean to you.
I promise I’ll be gentle.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC