He wanted to leave his mark on the world..
instead, he left scars on her heart.
He wanted the moon,
but she was the stars.

As i opened my eyes on an early Sunday morning,
as rain softly tapped on the window,
I realized, just as promised,
a new season was approaching.
I rolled over and there you were.
I wrapped my arms around you
thinking to myself, "this is where I belong".
My heart sank when you placed your head
to rest, right on my chest.
I felt your heart, pulsing, and in perfect sync with mine.
I ran my fingers through your dark hair, admiring
what a perfect piece of art you are.
It was almost tragic how you didn't know.

Little by little,
the pieces of her mixed up soul are
coming back together.
Little by little,
she's finding herself.
She's drowning,
drunk in love,
in inspiration,
in all the things she doesn't understand.
She has no remorse for the one who held
the door wide open for her as she was leaving,
for they were part of the struggle and lesson
she learned from.
There's passion, or nothing at all.
And what she has, is the type that drips down your
back, and soaks the sheets.
The exact kind that makes you lose sleep,
and late for work the next day.
She wasn't the one, and she's okay with that.
She knows you need easy, and she knows she never
will be.
She will forever be difficult, million dollar smile and
all, with a sharp edge.
She grows wild and untamed,
and you won't know what to make of her kind
surviving on her own.
She's not nearly enough.
She's everything else.

She explained loving her wouldn't be easy.
He agreed, it would be war.
He held the gun as she handed him the bullets.
He softly sighed as he embraced the blessing of the massacre in front of him.
She ran her fingers through her hair in
distress, grasping the top of her skull.
He looked at her and saw the storm in her eyes.
He knew without question, she was wondering if
she was worth it.
She wanted him in the bluntest way.
She wanted him endlessly, to the millionth degree.
But, there were no words she could find to put together to explain the unworthiness she felt.
Then fell a silence.
He looked into her eyes as he placed his
finger on the trigger.
He loved her.
And to know what he would do for her
terrified him.

It use to be a promise of the stars and the moon.
2 years go by and I suppose you forgot.
I keep hope close, that soon you'll remember.
It's so much more than you realize.
I don't need the materialistics,
I just want the luxuries of time.
But that's the one thing you don't have.
Even if you did, you wouldn't know how to give.
So I wait,
because without a doubt I know it's worth waiting for.
Knowing that there is no knowing.
If, or when.
But when you are close,
the gamble is no question.
It all fades away,
feels like a sure thing.
So, forgive me when I assume.
Please forgive me when I am repetitive.
So far this is all I know.