For love without passion, will only result into tradgedy.

Working
Fingers bleeding
paper cuts, and open wounds oozing dark red
Your face pale as white, haggared bones and exhaustion filling you
Your lips, cracked and ripped as you sit there on your chair, hunched back, working.
Working from the moment the sun kisses the moon, til the moment they part
Holding your hands, I wipe off the blood revealing your flesh colored fingertips
I wipe your face, taking off the grime and the soot,
exposing your rosy red cheeks.
You stop me while saying,
"Stop, we're not done yet."
Looking at me with your hazelnut brown eyes,
Shimmering under the light that's illuminated your workplace of years.
You wipe your face, take off the bandages covering your tender fingertips and hunch back over.

Staring, all I could mutter was,
"Beautiful."

Fumbling hands
Racking through my brain for the words that would be able to explain everything. Everything that I've felt.

No words found.

Rarely, do I find myself lost and stunned. Like a deer caught in headlights, staring. Unable to act.

But you.
What've you done.
Causing me to rack through my brain only to come up with nothing because

No words can describe. Only feelings can show.

One day

One day, Ill show you.

How
Important
You
Are

Just like water slipping through your finger tips, no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, it'll drip.

Droplets slowly falling and crashing to the floor like everything you've built and everything that you've done.

Broken, shattered, may you call it what pleases you, but in the end, as if already doomed from the beginning, it is all for naught.

And you go on about these stories of the men you've been with. Not one, not two, but tens of them.

I look at you with eyes
Doing my best to understand why
Why a girl like you
Has been let go of so many times

I try my best to understand
What drove you to go to all these men

Because in the end,
All ive known is loneliness
For years I was alone
Feeding off of my own shadow
Pretending to be happy, when in reality, im lonely

But i got used to it
The absence beside me wasnt a blank space anymore
It was filled with things like demons and angels
And with that i learned to be alone
And then you came and i opened up that space again
In the exact shillouhette of your round face
Your slouched shoulders that i find oh so cute
Your bossom filled with emotions you wont show
And your body that looks oh so beautiful

I opened it up
Just for you
And now i ask you


Please dont let that be an empty space again

How deep are the roots of hopelessness as you've decided to give up on everything you've held dear

Tell me

And slowly, I'll pull each one out, gently as to not damage your fragile heart.

Feed me love
and I'll show you wonders