Show me your wounds
The blood at your feet
The fear in your eyes
The scars cut in deep.
Scream your pain at me
Tear your lungs in despair
Lose your voice in the world
Leaving you without at care.
Fall to your knees
Smash your fist to the ground
Gravels digs into your knuckles
A familiar taste you have found.
Rain pours from the sky
Eternal clouds of gray overhead
You feel no cleansing in its touch
You're simply washing away with the dead.
Look to your side
Turn your eyes so to see
You're not in this alone
You will always have me.
See the bloodstains on my clothes
The scars cut in deep
The tears in my eyes
The pain that I keep.
I'll wash away with you
I'll share in your pain
I'll carry your burdens
I'm here to stay.
Share with me your struggles
Share with me your suffering
I want the cross that you carry
I want you, entirely.

I am sorry for who I am.
I am sorry for getting jealous.
I am sorry for making you feel bad.
I am sorry for my tears.
I am sorry for my mood swings.
I am sorry for my insecurities.
I am sorry that you worry so much.
I am sorry that I  get scared.
I am sorry that I push you away.
I am sorry that I am weak.
I am sorry that I need you so much.
I am sorry that I let you fall in love with me.
But baby,you were so different.
You made me feel so so special.
For some reason I actually believed this could work. You and I.
It honestly was my biggest wish but I guess a sick person can't be with a healthy person.
I could never explain all of this and you probably won't understand and that is totally ok. I don't want you to see the world in my eyes. You see this world so differently, it makes you happy just to live. Maybe that's another reason why I fell in love with you. Maybe I hoped that I could also fall in love with living again,and I did for a while and I am so thankful for that. But this kind of sadness doesn't just go away and I should have known,I really wish I could have been the one to make you happy.
The one you could go on adventures with. The one you could marry some day. After all,I love you more than anything and I always will.
That sounds childish but it's true.
You showed me light in a time filled with darkness. I love you.

Forget what they tell you
About being a masterpiece
You are not art

You are not stagnate beauty,
Nor were you created for the pleasure of others

You were not meant to be marveled at
by the simple minded
Or ridiculed for your every flaw

You are not art

You are wind
Sending chills through the bones
of those in your presence

You are fire
Spitting embers with a coal-coated tongue

You are water
A bubbling stream of euphoric laughter

No, you are not art
You are so much more

If you've ever stayed up until 4 am,
you're either lonely or in love.
And I don't know which one is worse anymore.

I remember that night as clearly as the stars did shine for us. Who'd have known that a secret touch and a stolen kiss would lead to such beautiful agony?