When I count my blessing,
I make sure to count you twice.

As thanksgiving approaches,
I count my blessing
1 by 1,
2 by 2,
so on and so forth...

But when it comes to you,
I find myself counting you as both a blessing,
and a curse..

you will never be forgotten.
ever.
your name twisted into metaphors and colors and distractions will forever
be painted across pages and pages of her favorite brand of notebook,
no matter how many she burns
there will always be one she forgot,
and she will only find it once she had almost forgotten you.
she will find the one Papyrus notebook
and all of your metaphors and colors and disractions will come flooding back,
just like how the ocean in your eyes
flooded her heart all those years ago.

I'm sorry i smother you
You're everything I need,
please don't leave me like everyone else.

I'm trying to find an answer.
an answer to the sufering,
but not just us...
to me as well...

Darling,
don't be scared.
It's all going to be ok.

I love you, wihtout a doubt.

Midnight thoughts are all I have when you are a milliong miles
away from me

in three words alone
you could either destroy my life
or build it