There's a million ways to love a soul.
And I'm done holding back, just so you know.

Because I love so many people in this day to day life.
I can't hold it back, just to be someone's wife.

There's the way I love you.
I want to have our home.
I want to go on adventures.
Never leave you alone.
Make silly faces.
Caress your hair.
Make goofy videos.
Cuddle our pets.
Maybe a baby...
Fancy that.

There's the way I love you.
Always messages a few a times a year.
Happy birthday. Merry Christmas.
How are you my dear?
How is the wife? How are the babies?
I found your letter.
Man, we were crazy.

There's the way I love you.
You taught me so much.
A better way to think.
A better way to touch.
How important it is to value myself.
And how to let go.
That's why I love you so.

And there's the way I love you.
The unapologetic ways.
In which you take my hand
But make everyone the same.
The way you say,
"I just want to see you"
And even though it's temporary,
You make time seem brand new.

There are too many ways to love a person.
How you can be so sure what is real?
Which one is forever?
Which one would should we feel?

But I wouldn't be me, with out all of this painful action.

I want a world that's not afraid to love.

You never took a bath with me.
You never ran away with me.
You never chose me first.

You weren't there for me when my heart broke.
When a needle tore my most important person away.

You weren't there for me when I was bleeding.
You never noticed my new scars.

You never asked me questions.
What do you love the most these days?

You never took me seriously.
You never put the **** games down.
You never left the house with me before getting high.
You never just held me for no reason.

And now you hate me.
Now you hate me because you never did these things.

You gave up on me at my lowest.
When I was always there for you.

And now. Now. You blame me.

You blame me for trying to be human.

He's selfish.
The most selfish person I've ever met.
He confuses lust for love.
Everyone has jewels for eyes.

He believes he's selfless.
But he can't see...
How he hurts all of the girls.
Including me.

Selfless...He thinks.
Selfish... He is.

He deserves loneliness.
But he thinks he deserves the world.
He deserves to feel the same burn as his words.

So I tell you this.
These truths about his sad, pathetic soul.
Because I'm craving his attention again.
I'm only feeling alone.

I am selfish.
In the worst kind of way.
To let this boy hurt me.
Every. Single. Day.

I confuse loneliness with caring.
Like the way you look into my eyes and smile.
When you hold my hand.
When you take me somewhere "special".

But the truth is this:

You show us all of the same things.
You tell us our eyes are pretty.
You hold us close as if you care.
You make us laugh and blush.
You reward us with gentle touch.

What kind of person are you?
I can't seem to figure it out.
You're as disgusting as they come.
But... There's something... Something...