Loading, reconnecting , but the connection oddly never fails
Our screens, and faith, keeping this relationship alive
The only source we've ever known, our only means of communication
But the love that runs right through these components is underestimated  
Like the rush you send right through me ,when your name comes up on my device
The name that drowns me in a swarm of butterflies every time
The name that convinces me that angels exist

We say the universe can be unkind , for a love like ours is bound to die
These odds are irrefutable ,so I will proudly wait a lifetime if I must
We may be too impressionable, but never too young to love this hard
So I can safely say I love you unconditionally,
since we have it written in the stars
- g.s.

Never familiar with pain or heartache until the universe decided it was time that you learn
From the mellow mornings accompanied by the solacing scent of pancakes from the kitchen  
Where the most pleasant dynamic was once known to exist
To hardly being able to make it out of bed by noon
Through your most dreaded midnight breakdowns, you analyzed all misfortune, deep in thought
Restlessness recited its hymns, your demons listened attentively
Pain painted the way you saw the world  
You let them feed off of your insecurities and take advantage of your vulnerability
They hypnotized you with persuasion
With a promise to provide you with the attention your soul so desperately sought
Misled about a thousand times, you were left with nothing more than a burning desire for clarity in your own emotional instability
Digging , scouring, attempting to grasp any sense of your own identity you might still recognize
As you were forced to lock away all the bittersweet memories
And were simply implemented to accept gods choice
You realized that there may never be justice
It may forever have left you scarred
But those who’ve walked with you will understand the inescapable reality of abandonment
You may have ultimately shattered and left shards to cut those who tried to get near you but that was growth in the midst of all the flame
And the garden that was so wonderfully  planted stayed in it’s place without any glue, or tape, or honey to crystallize
And your flowers continued to bloom with stems cut and roots torn.
-g.s