In his arrogance, he promised her the World

In his defeat, all he could afford her was his heart

In reality, his heart was all she ever wanted

It meant the World to her

My love is not dependent on return
My love never needed to be learned
Nuances have been molded
sculpted, and refined
But the love,My Love
The very core of it
Is blind.

You make me itch
Like a wound half healed
I scratch and pick.
Sideling up to you,
trying to sneak back into love
I almost do.
keyword I
not you.
You make me itch
Now look I'm bleeding again.

Sunrise, coffee, holding hands, birds having conversations, life is grand.
Sitting here peacefully, just another day.
Mountains were moved for it to feel this way.
Tears were shed, blood was bled, pain and egos overcome.
Time heals all great or small, and if we try maybe we'll find love.
Stars and moonlight, everything feels right.
Sitting here peacefully, just another night.
Finally feels right
Finally peaceful
Finally love
Finally.