Love is a priceless gift
It cannot be bought or sold
But it's value is much more greater,
than a mountain of pure Gold.
For pure Gold is cold and lifeless,
it can neither see nor hear
and in the time of trouble,
it is powerless to cheer
It has no ears to listen,
no heart to be able to understand
It cannot bring you comfort
Or reach out a helping hand.

I’m scared as f*ck
to want you.

But here
I am,

Still wanting you
anyway.

I met a boy with bright blue eyes
He looked at me with a softness I didn’t know I needed
As he softly whispered
Don’t go.

your love, violent
causing scars, bruises and wounds
all over my heart

to look back
at my words
tears open old wounds

but perhaps they have stayed open
because i have stopped tending to them.

i sit there and wait
until you get up and leave
kitchen is now safe