her knees are soft and bruised.
I have done nothing to make this happen,
they bruise from the inside out
and it creates this painfully beautiful spectrum of
purples, blues, and greens.
she is a painfully beautiful canvas that I
constantly paint on.
I realize that she is strong in this sense,
She says no when need be,
And begs please.. when she can't wait anymore.
I am her brush and I am ready to paint her.

I see fire burning where I know I can put her out with one touch.

Writing is the one thing I can submerge my emotions in.
I can drown them out and the voices
In my skull, it clears my mind
And if only for a brief moment
It even silences the pain

I just want you to know,
that you are a friend who means a lot to me.
You are here through thick and thin,
and now I intend to do the same for you.
I just don't know how to show
the way I feel but I'll make you see.
I don't mean to get under your skin,
but I'll make it up to you.

she bought a star and named it after me
just so she could keep what
was rightfully hers in the
beginning.