Maybe I was a just a measure when you were a whole symphony

Maybe it's your eyes
Or maybe it's how I wish I could trace my lips down that perfect jawline
Maybe it's your smile that makes my heart speed up a little more
Maybe it's your humor and the way you put joy in my heart
Maybe it's your apologies when you've done nothing wrong
Maybe its the way I feel as if I could write you a thousand songs
Something about you is so enticing
I'm drawn to you like the current of electricity
I wish you could see yourself through my eyes because if you could you would envision the beauty I see and never again wonder about your adequacy

Love will not save you. It will only break you

I used to think you were my saving grace but you ended up being a nail in my coffin

Nights spent singing and drinking coffee with you are ones where time seems to freeze.
Our worlds vanish into thin air and all that remains is the melodious sound of our harmonies.
Your eyes light up like a child's on Christmas Day as we lose ourselves by releasing the passion that flows through our veins.
But your eyes did not light up that night, they hadn't lit up the last few days.
Your facade was built up so well but I knew you better than that.
Your eyes had lost the sunlight they usually held, now it appeared as if a heavy fog had crossed over them.
We exchanged our goodbyes that night but shortly after you returned with a look as grave as death on your face.
You took a seat and spoke the four words that forced my heart into my stomach.
                       "I may have cancer."
It wasn't a definite, only a possibility but it felt as if my world was rattled from its alignment.