My hands are rough from all the nights I've had to push myself up off my knees.

My lips are chapped from biting back the screams -
Fits of rage still linger in the corners of my eyes. I have been tired.

My shoulders are strong from the weight I carry for those around me.
I'd go hungry to lessen the growls within you.

I'd build a city,
Live on the streets to know I have lit up your nights
And sheltered you from the storm that blows around me.

I punched my reflection, square in the jaw
And she showed me who I really am.

If I could collect all the tears I've cried
And hand them back to the persons responsible,
Some of you would be dry as the summer sun,
others may be soaked.
But somehow I'll still be the one
Who drowns in the end.

You'll want someone who will guard you in battle or peace,
Exalt with you in feast or famine,
And cradle you through the nightmare until your dreams are born.

You may think you want to do everything yourself,
But nothing in life is more precious
Than a partner that is yours because they want to be.

When it pours, take my hand
and I'll help you find the music to dance to amongst the raindrops -
If you listen closely, my heart beats to the same rhythm as the lost notes from your favorite childhood song.
When it's dark, follow my flashlight -
I'll lead you into my fort of blankets
And keep you warm through the night.

Calm doesn't work for me
Because when I am still,
I climb the walls of my mind
Like I tear at my skin
And pick at my fingers. 

If I'm not having fun, I'm just slowly dying.

I fear the depths of your eyes
Because it's been so easy to get lost.
I dont know what's the sky
Or where the road is unfolding before me.
Those big blue orbs,
Pools of curiosity that beckon me to the edge.
I've always been a risk taker
And I'm thinking about jumping in.

My friends are made of cement,
Hard as statues,
never bending to the winds of change
No matter how wild the storms rage.
Somehow they chose me
To join their monument,
Although my corners crumble
And my creases are no longer defined-
I'm not as sturdy as I should be.
How do you ask a statue if you may lean on it?