You taught me to accept that one can never know everything because
if we had the answer to everything
and a written explanation for every star in the sky
and why flowers bloom and die repeatedly within every season.
Then life would be no fun and the excitement of the unknown would only be a concept.
I quite like it that I can look into your eyes and can’t pinpoint the feeling in my heart, yet I know it’s called love.
As if it flutters at the mystery that lies behind it.

A slow painful death
but even then it would not compare to all the pain and suffering I had to endure.
I don’t want to waste my breath on you,
Neither my ink so I’ll stop writing here
before I say something I won’t regret.

You have come this far.
Been to the depths of hell and came back with scars but left your mark on its back, neck and in between its thighs.

You have been to heaven and brought heaven to some people. You have handed and thanked them in gold or if truly worthy pieces of yourself.

A piece for every fight.
A scar for every battle won.
A memory for every year that you’ve made it through.

As you embark on this new path I pray peace finds you.
May joy knock on your door like a long lost friend.
And hope meet you at your darkest hour.
If not, what’s one more fight to a warrior like you?

I want to be your darkness, your weakness.
I want to be the thing that makes you crumble.
I want to be your everything.

I want to be your flow.
I want to be the flaw in your ‘oh so perfect system’

Your entire world should pause at the sight of me.
When you lay your eyes  on me, i want your heart to start falling.

Time is but an illusion.
Alone we are weak, fragile and dismantled.
We have always been strong and unwavering together.

Because if we really are broken pieces then i would want to lie down next to you
forever,
for an eternity,
till infinity.

Not everyone will be able to fully grasp how beautiful you truly are.

You make the sun seem dim.
You put the galaxies to shame.
Your beauty makes me want to hide away but just like the sun i can’t out run you.

I allow your soul to catch me and your beauty devours me.
I drown in your words and giggle at your jokes.
I want to know how you made me feel alive again?

It’s not love if everything is perfect.
It’s not love when you constantly smile and overlook problems.
It’s not love because i noticed how you look at her
but that’s okay because still i kiss you on the cheek and hand you your morning cup of coffee.

To escape the clutches of guilt is self inflicting.
To stay away and be excused from the theatrics of life.
To be civil is a far fetched dream.