Love is patient,
It willingly waits,
Accommodating the pace,
of others,
it is never in a haste.

Love is kind,
It provides support for the long haul,
even in the heaviest downpours.
It appreciates the efforts others make,
However small.

It does not envy, it does not boast.
It exudes humility wherever it goes.
Love is not proud,
"I" is never what it's about.
Love is not rude,
even when it's in a foul mood.

It is not self-seeking,
It does not fight for rights.
Love is not easily angered,
It does not stir up fights.

It keeps no records of wrongs.
Love is forgiving.
It is always protecting,
rather hurting itself than hurting another.

It is always trusting, hoping and persevering even
when the person repeatedly does the wrong thing.
Love never fails.

This is the love that I have.
The love bore to me in death.
When you died on that cross,
You paid the cost.

And now, I'm no longer lost.

I'm sorry, okay?
I get it
You hate that I talk about Him.
I'm sorry
He's the best thing
In my whole life
He makes me smile
And laugh
And has freaking kept me alive
I'm sorry I talk about him
So much
I'm sorry it annoys you
I'm sorry I have to mention him
He's my answer
My everything
The better part of me
The only part of me I can love
Don't scorn that
Please
I'm sorry I annoy you
I'm sorry I talk about him too much
I'm sorry that I won't stop
But I'm not sorry I love him
I won't  Ever be sorry for that

i think i would give anything
to redue our relationship.
even if it ended the same horrible way.
just to get to feel what its like when you loved me.

I built a home between his hip bones
Though I don't visit all too often
It is a sanctuary
Not the only one but my first true sin
Bruised skin
Flesh on flesh
I swear god put him on this earth just as a test
To watch me give in
Again and again
I can't say no
I can't pretend
You found my frail self screaming, crying on your bathroom floor
We spilt the the wine of life
You striped me of my bile covered clothes
Dragged me to shower
You sat there stroking my head for what felt like 24 hours
Oh the taste of relapse
Smells of cigarettes and silence
Feels like hitting the wall and then being buried under the bricks
In and out in and out
Regain consciousness
Look in the mirror
Take another hit
Breathe
Sitting in that dimly lit room full of mirrors and couches
Memories, more memories
We sat together, limbs entangled
We thanked god for that white powder
We cursed at lucifer for our delicate addiction
Inhale
Feel the burn
Wow
"I missed you so much"
Maybe once again I'll visit the home between your hips
And we'll fall in love again
Oh the taste of relapse
So bitter sweet

You killed something in me
Something that made people look my way and smile
The very thing that made you like me

You killed it
You killed my innocence
And for that
I will not forgive you
nor myself

Ever since then
I've been trying so hard
every day
to revive it
One, two, three, CLEAR!
... and nothing

It is not an easy thing to restore

I don't even know if it's possible
But I'll keep trying
I'll keep hoping
that one day I can again
be that girl
the girl known and admired
for her innocence
because everybody always liked that person
and so did I

I think I heard the sound
of every rainbow falling down,
collapsing into your veins,
capturing your smile and
painting colours in the
back of your throat.

I saw each and every colour,
exploding from your body,
I think I saw the sun rise
in your eyes,
I think I tasted the rainbow
in your kiss.

It painted colours in your lungs
and left its mark on your breath.
This is the closest I have ever got
to seeing colours,
let alone tasting them on the
tip of your tongue.

Let's never talk again,
because if we do
we'll both fall apart
in each others arms
and when that happens,
we can never be held again.