The best respect to have
is respect for yourself.

No matter if it's dark and gray,
you always seem to brighten my day.

I think about you all the time,
how your eyes always seem to shine.

Always there for me to talk to,
I know I can always count on you.

Laying next to you in bed,
not wanting anywhere to be instead.

Think about your kisses makes me swoon,
knowing I will get to have them soon.

I love you more than anything ever
and me stopping would be never.

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I think of you and smile.

I never want to look away.

Your light will shine for miles.

I hope you really want to stay.

As the little minds drift off to sleep with a strife,
the unsung heroes of the night come to life.
Protection from the succubus of the eventide,
using their powers of whim with a glide.
Stitched smiles and button eyes defend the adolescents
under the shine of crescents.
While the nightmares attempt to emerge,
the guardians uphold with a surge.
Unable to pirate their minds,
they dissipate with a wind.
The unsung heroes take their win with a fain,
therefore the children of the world are safe again.

I look at you and I see beauty.
The way you look so peaceful as you sleep is simply breathtaking.
The way you smile makes me get that cliche fuzzy feeling in my chest and tummy.
The way you laugh gives me a reason to smile.

I look at you and I see a goofball.
The way you get so serious when you're playing Skyrim is simply priceless.
The way you "dance with me" makes me want to be dancing at our wedding.
The way you make a **** noise with your mouth every time you mess up when you're trying to be serious gives me the giggles.

I look at you and I see a lover.
The way you kiss me is simply exhilarating.
The way you want me makes me shiver.
The way you say you love me gives me butterflies and goosies to this very day.

I look at you and I see a fighter.
The way you keep strong is simply inspiring.
The way you still give me everything I could ever ask for even though you are going through so much makes me want to give you everything I have and more.
The way you kick depressions *** every chance you get gives me aspirations.

I look at you and I see my wifey.
The way you hold me is simply heart-stopping.
The way your body fits perfectly with mine makes me realize we are made for each other.
The way you are always there for me gives me a reason to live.

Every                  time                   I think
about you              I get               this funny
feeling in  the           pit           of my tummy.
It is not a bad feeling, no. It feel is like
tiny flutters of butterfly wings are
grazing against the inside of my
belly, causing me to blush and turn
hot from the bright red on my cheeks.
You amaze           me to        no end, love
Every time it          happens              it reminds
me of how                    much                    I love you.

Giving me butterflies.

There once was a stye in my eye
I picked it off
and did not cry

Sitting at the computer,
shaking as you try to drown it out.

Drown out the defining booms
that cause the entire second floor to shake.

Drown out the returning memories
that cause your head to throb.

Drown out the sobs coming from your mouth
that causes you to feel even more vulnerable.

Sitting at the computer,
shutting your eyes as you're bombarder with flashbacks.

The flashbacks of you being helpless
seem to never give you a break.

The flashbacks of no one coming to help
seem to give you the sense of worthlessness.

The flashbacks of him hurting you
seem to becoming more intense by the second.

Sitting at your computer,
wondering if you will ever be the same again.

Nothing is as scary as knowing that someone has your heart in the palm of their hands.

Nothing is as scary as knowing that with one simple clench of the first you will turn to dust.

Nothing is as scary as knowing that I'm nothing without you.

Nothing is as scary as the thought of you leaving me.

Promise you won't.

Promise you won't hurt me like the others.

Promise me you won't leave me here to rot in this world alone.

Promise me I can always wake up to the thought of you in my life.

Promise me.

Please.

DEATH. It's
all the same thing. You do
something stupid and end up
croaking, but why? You work so hard
to reach your goals. Achieve at life, to end
up laying                     six                          feet
under?                         What                        is the
point                           of                       living
if it                       all ends               so fast?
You hear live happily from complete
strangers. I don't see the point in
living like so. How
could someone live
happily, knowing it
is all going to end...

In a world where society says you need to be thin,
beautiful, and smart, funny yet sophisticated. In a work where you are to be yourself. Except you can't do that. Oh sorry, no, you can't do that either. In a world where you need to be unique but can't stand out of the crowd or you get patronized. "How are we supposed to go on in our lives being all those contradicting things?" you may ask yourself. Well, I have a solution. It is quite simple actually. You do you and don't listen to what society has to say. You be the perfect person you are in this beautiful world. You let NO ONE tell you who you should be, because you are amazing. You don't have to be skinny and tall. You don't need to be charismatic and sarcastic all at the same time. You don't need to worry about what people are going to say about you. If you want to wear that sweater covered in cats you ******* rock that sweater covered in cats! You could be a plump Hobbit and you would still be perfect because you are you, and you are amazing. Don't let anybody ever tell you otherwise.

Drip.
Drip. Drip.
I miss the feeling
of the blood dripping
off of my skin. The red color
of the delicious blood. I miss it so
much. It makes me want to do it again.
Thinking about it like this, I remember all the
lonely nights I lay on my tile bathroom floor.
Listening to the drip, drip, drip. Wanting to
finally feel again... Not wanting to be alone
anymore. Wishing someone would come
ask me if I'm okay. Show that they
actually do care for me...

Fading away.
My soul leaves.
Making me an empty shell of my former self.

They yell at me.
Call me worthless.
Call me stupid.
Call me fat.
Call me ugly.
Call me a *****.

I wonder why.
Why are they so mean?
I think alone.
As they scream.

The sad part is,
the people screaming...

Is me.

Lies.

They're all lies.

          The                    happiness.

      The                     laughter.

     All                      pretend.

I put on a facade.

A mask.

People think I'm              happy.

People think it's genuine    laughter.

    I only                                 pretend.

I'm a soulless vessel.

Floating

In

A

Void

Of

Despair.