I watched you come
Come to me
Knowing you would leave
Still I loved you
I love you still
I watched you come
Come to me
Saturated bed sheets
And my hands
Like you never felt before
I saw truth in yours eyes when you spoke my name
I felt truth
I knew the end
I watched you come
Come to me
Great ocean spread wide
You know you touched me
I feel it now

I wish I had six fingers
I wish I had three hands
I wish I had two heads
One that had a beard
Just so my physical appearance would show
What kind of freak I am
I wish I didn't have a soul
So I could be unaffected by the world we know
And
Its sickness

I watched you sleep
Watched your chest rise n fall
You were at peace
Not in torment at all

Your breathing was deep
But you did not snore
You looked content and sweet
I watched you more

You must have sensed me
As you turned to your side
Arms wrapped me tightly
So in your chest I could hide

The soft glow of the moon shone
Casting light from a darken sky
Tomorrow a new day is born
But what a beauiful night for today to die

You never really know how strong you are until you're alone,
crying and forced to pick yourself up off the floor.
That is when you can truly see how big your emotional muscles are
and I promise
they are bigger than you ever thought possible.

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How do we mend wavering pedestals...
When the ground beneath is parched dry.
Stemming off loose foundations that time had weathered wry.

How do we mend broken gazes...
When watchful eyes which were meant to see,
are blinded by the onslaught of half-truths and fallacy.

How do we mend burnt bridges...
When we never look back to trace heavy missteps.
We fail to admit to consciously springing obvious traps.

How do I mend ailing hearts...
When familiar corridors seem warped to a bend.
When my own is struggling and perpetually on the mend.