love is still love
even with the bruises
the blood and bare knuckles

death is still death
even with the sorrow
the grief,hate, and tragedy

i am still me
even with the scars
the mental illness' and the past

why cant i be me around you?
is it because of the way we love?
or is it because of how he died?

I find comfort, in my sadness,
I feel safe, in my self deprecation.

My life, is spent thinking how i disappointed you.
My existence, isn't being taken seriously.

But I know my peace, will come,
if i ever find the courage, to achieve it.

Never before,
Rain drenched so pleasing
Moon appeared so angelic
Soil smelled so alluring
Air passed so graceful
Sky floated so beautiful
Calmness felt so sublime
Never before

Silence exists
In coded virtue
Reflected a new dimension
On translation
The sage said

how could a person
ever muster the courage
to say
"im sorry."
when he's used to saying
"i forgive you."

you're the one i'm planning on marrying someday so please don't leave or find someone better