You tell me your lips taste like sadness
I bet your skin is like the universe
You're hiding galaxies in your eyes
And I swear I can see the stars when you smile
You shine on my life like the bright glowing sun
And you guide me through the night
Like a moon when the day is done
I wake up with your existance kissing my face
My fingertips wake up to find your body laying next to me
As I explore every inch of you
And thank god you came into my life
Because these days
Things haven't been okay
And you always end up making me smile
You always end up making my day
You are a petal that fell from Eden
When I feel like I've been beaten
You lift me up with your lips
Place your hands on my hips
And baby, I promise you
We can create a storm that will sink all ships.

I only tell you because you've never asked.
I only tell you because I don't think you seem to have the slightest idea of who I am.

Would you believe me if I did tell you?

The only clothes on my body were those of my 4 year old brothers.
The only shoes on my feet were so weathered and torn I could feel the cold concrete with every step I took.
The meals on my plate were only those from the school in which I begged for seconds and dreaded the empty weekend.

Would you believe me if I told you that the only food that filled our cabinets were expired cans given from the food bank.
Dinner time meant hiding under the table, avoiding the drunken blows of Mom's new boyfriend.

Would you even believe me?
Months would go by without water or lights.
Our home was no home.
But a shelter for those who had dragged their bodies to the bed of an 8 year old girl.
My mother was no mother at all but a slave to a chemical mixture.

Would you believe me if I told you?

I fought my fight.
Through blood and tears, I fought my fight.
I chose to stand in the crashing waves against me.
I chose to stand strong with the heaviest weight resting on my shoulders, I fought.
& I won.

Here is to the roses that smelled like lies.
Here is to the kiss that burned my lips.
Here is to the time you held my hand while looking at her.
Here is to the passive-aggressiveness in your love.  
Here is to the day you promised me everything, and the day it washed away.

Here is to the day I said I would never stay.

I hope you believe me when my I tell you my body is composed of more than a skin and bone frame.
My body is a picture book of times stained to me like tattoos of memories unable to be washed off.
If you stare closely enough my purple knuckles tell a story of walls caving in on days I can't remember.
My fingers are a light shade of skin because they have traced bodies who's pigment fell in love with my hands.
My palms are empty from receiving and giving a little more than I should of let go; some things I should of clutched onto for longer.
My arms are made of clenched embrace and have a scent of regret laced from wrist to elbow.
My shoulders hold individual carvings of finger nails and teeth marks from more than one individual night.
My lips are a discolored red from every poison stained mouth in which they've met.
My neck is a canvas of rough hands, ropes not tied tight enough and purple stains of affection from those who have lied about loving me,
and my eyes have turned grey from staring for too long into the forests and oceans they've met at three in the morning in the caves of unfamiliar faces.
So if you happen to walk into my room, don't be alarmed by the smell of apathy. Don't concern yourself about the bottles buried and broken under mounds of clothes that reek of Marlboros. Don't turn the light on, and don't open the curtains.
I have lived long enough, my body will tell you the story.
But before you read it, please trust me when I say "there is more to me than this."

Good is bad

Bad is good

Confused???

Sometimes
If you try to help
Someone
Your help may harm
Them

Sometimes
If you try to harm
Someone
It may help
Them to grow

it has taken 8 months for me to fall in love with you
but it will take a lifetime to admit it.