Who knew I could be such a fool
I fell for you
As you do the things you do
And you hurt me too
But still I wait for you
You say I'm sweet as can be
But given the chance to have me
You choose to ignore me
You hurt me
And change me
But still I wait for you
And all the good that may come too

You make the ordinary extraordinary.

every word you write is not for me and never will be
unfortunately
i'm not stupid

She's
not just a girl.
No, one cannot simply
call her a girl.

She's
a storm,
a storm with skin, bound by
passion and dreams.

She's
a temptation,
her body a fire,
My senses a helpless moth.

She's
a maestro,
her laugh being
the sweetest symphony of all.

She's
a lioness,
the way she perseveres,
fights, and defends.

She's
a diamond,
brilliant and rare,
to be cherished and protected.

She's
a mile,
but only if
beauty was an inch.

She was beautiful in the destroying an entire city but illuminating the entire sky kind of way.

Through my neurosis
And impulses
Through my absence
And my lapses
Through my slipups
And my mishaps
You stayed.

And so...

Through your dark days
And your wrong ways
Through your weakness
And your sickness
Through your losses
And your heavy crosses
I will stay.

*I promise.