I was ripped apart months ago
and stitched myself back together.

I fear the seams won't hold...
I've never been good at sewing.

my fingers trace words along your spine,
and draw pictures upon moon-kissed skin.

i love you more than i will ever love another,
yet i fear the risk that accompanies such emotion.

i like to think that the pleasure is worth the pain,
but only time will tell...

"Do you love me?"*

In the dark she whispers,
leaning up to kiss his lips.

He doesn't hesitate to promise;
it reminds her of a script.

Both know the lie is there;
a beat of her heart skips.

It's an iceberg in the water
to sink their relationship.

No...

Spend your hours with me,
and together we'll grow old.
You will be my silver,
and I can be your gold.

Offer me a smile
and I will surely swoon.
Let me be your ocean,
and you can be my moon.

Request my hand in marriage,
and you can have my life.
You will be my husband
and I can be your wife...

Keep your hands to yourself,
he's no longer yours to touch.
I tried to play nice with you;
it was a temporary crutch.

Things are complicated enough,
stop trying to toe the line.
You need to understand
that the Angel boy is mine.

They keep telling me
"things will get brighter".

He took the sun with him,
so how can it get lighter?

I hate to be a quitter,
but I guess I'm not a fighter...