I'd rather be dead than be forgotten so easily

At least you'll actually visit me and wish you had never done me wrong

When trying to remove certain individuals from your life, close the door completely behind them when they leave
Do not allow little cracks or openings
There will always a breeze that will gush through, and it will remind you of the most intricate yet beautiful memories

The way their hands ran against the indents and bumps of your freckled skin
The way their lips pressed against your delicate soft spots, and made butterflies flutter through your veins
The way their familiar voice rumbled through your body and shook you to the bone with every syllable of their words
The way they smell when their lips are centimeters away from yours, radiating heat and longing before a kiss
The way they taste of alcohol and desire, the aroma lingering on your own taste buds as his tongue dances with yours
The way he pulls you closer, longing and want flickering through his brilliant hues as he gazes into yours

You start to remember the dimples or unique marks that covered his golen skin
The way his cuticles and fingernails were well taken care of
How he liked to spay cologne on the side of his neck and spread it with a rough hand
The way he walked towards you after being apart, as if you were the most priceless and beautiful jewel
The glistens of sparks and warmth that formed in your core and spread through your blood at the mere thought of his genuine smile

It's the little reminders that gush through the opened cracks of the door you did not lock behind them when they left

The cold wind will always blow through and lick at your skin, forming a lacy sheet of ice on your very surface

Once you have chilled to the bone, the memories and details are the only thing you have that warm your broken heart strings and ease you of your pain

Eventually you will want to be warm again, so you open the door and allow them to pummel through the layers of ice and heartache with a sinister smile engraved on their lips

They know you will never break through the shackles that are holding you from freedom.

But you think it is okay to allow him to come back, because him warmth allowed you to feel your own hands now...

If you were to have one wish, what would you wish for?

Would it be to walk forevermore along the beach shore?
Or to be the most skilled one on the dance floor?
Or to go back in that time when you attempted to rob a liquor store?
Would it be to be covered in diamonds and gold galore?
What about rocking your way through the stage its door?
Or not to be filled with the burden of your best friend's death anymore?

It is the deepest of desires and wishes of others that I simply adore:
The way their eyes shine and glimmer as if they are made of precious ore
It is the fact that I can read one's mind and thoughts so easily, even before
It would put my closest friends and family into a snore

I could tell their lies and false words, although against it they swore
Is it really such a burden to find what's behind the heart and its core?
"I don't understand your reasonings, it must be something you adore."
My grandmother would tell me before shutting the front door
"I hope one day your faith in humanity would restore,
For one your young age should not have a heart that is this wore."
But even I could tell her words were filled with deplore

The stress and anxiety caused me to bite the inside of my cheeks would become sore
And the kids at school would push me around and call me a *****
As if it that awful word had no meaning, then school suddenly became a chore,
Almost clawing my way, refusing to go as I was pulled out the front door
"She was never like this, not even once before. She was such as sweet child, around when she was four...
But even when she was small she wished to be washed up dead ashore."

I cannot protect you from life's tough lessons
But I can support you by lending my hand

You won't be alone while I am by your side
For I am right there

I will take the hits like a tank
I'll provide healing with my love
I'll forever be by your side
Even when I'm ill

I cannot promise you that I will to take all the effects of heartaches, death, and pain
For those are what hurt the soul the most and make you never forget

But I can promise you that you are never alone
I will shine my light in your path so that you can find your way again

You are so beautiful, but lost in hurt and pain
You would like to be alone at times but you don't have to be while I'm there

Don't forget who you are, because you are so dear to me
Don't darken your soul because of what he failed to make you see
The amazing person that you are
Beautiful, and capable of so much

You don't need him to complete you
You don't need him to be happy  
For you are your own warm hearted soul so genuine and free

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her;
The sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery,
The delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five,
The selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another,
The scent of new books in the store,
The surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets.
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you;
Your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality,
Your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly,
Your mindless humming when it is too quiet,
Your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper,
Your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite,
And more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget.
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is.
When you make her feel that she is replaceable.
She wants to feel cherished.
When you make her feel that you are fleeting.
She wants you to stay.
When you make her feel inadequate.
She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent.
You must trace her weakest spots.
You must write to her.
You must remind her that you are there.
You must know how long it takes for her to give up.
You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed.
And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.