Stop living your life like you're in some kind of a movie.  
Stop trying to cast your true love instead of just meeting them.
Love isn't always a lightning bolt, maybe sometimes it's just a choice.
Maybe true love is a decision.
A decision to take a chance with somebody.  
To give to somebody without worrying whether they'll give anything back or if they're going to hurt you or if they really are the one.
Maybe love isn't something that happens to you, maybe it's something you have to choose.


**True love is a process, not an event.

He has the disability to completely understand

The concept and the understanding

Of caring, giving your time and happiness for another

That's what I had attempted to show him

I had a desire to enlighten his weary soul

His soul was always somewhat disoriented

Wandering, lost, this absence had overcame his mental being

Worse than a physical absence, this absence killed me, and killed what was all within him

What he was to be

What he was to me

What he was at present time when his soul was overlooked

Now, a forgotten past

His past, future and present

All vanquished, without a hint

Greed, anger, depression overcame his tattered soul

During this time, I urged myself to help his soul

He was changing mine

I'd never ask you,
Cause deep down
I'm certain I know what you'd say...
You'd say
"I'm sorry
Believe me
I love you
But not in that way..."

And I hate
To say I love you
When it's so
Hard for me
And I hate
To say I want you
When you make it so clear
You don't want me.

I'd never ask you
Cause deep down
I'm certain I know what you'd say
You'd say
"I'm sorry
Believe me
I love you
But not in that way..."

She was drowning in an ocean full of broken diamonds;
each shard sharper than the other
cutting into her creamy skin and filling the ocean blue
with a velvet red

But she didn't feel anything,
her body was paralyzed by fear and her lungs exhausted
Yet she wasn't thinking of how young she was
Or all of her hard work
She wasn't praying like she thought she would do in her final moments
because there was something more important than all of that to her
She didn't care what her funeral would look like
Nor what the tombstone would read
She didn't care that she probably had a minute or two to live
In her final moments all she was thinking was

Will you remember me?

Some things fall apart and can't be put back together

Don't let them destroy you, you're better than that

I'm sorry I broke our promise

It wasn't your fault

I never told you, but yes, you are beautiful.

I love you

She had drowned in an ocean full of broken diamonds;
*his eyes were the sharpest, and cut her the deepest