In love, with the word love.

And I will rise again.

I met a friend
Who handed me a pen
And told me, "write"
To write about what gave me life,
That spark of unwavering light

I met a friend
Who handed me a piece of paper
And told me, "create"
To create things
That'll make your bones shake

I met a friend
Who gave me the best advice
He said to be true to myself
And everything will be all right

Where are the outreaching hands today
Where are the smiling faces
Where are the steady feet and the bright eyes

I dream to dream today
I dare to believe in happiness
I will sing today, one note higher
I will touch hearts and mold memories to be thankful for

Where are the kind words
Where lie the poems of beauty and nature, nurture and soul

I promise light today
A sliver of hope across a sea of dreary stillness
Today, I draw a new breath, fill my lungs with joyful whispers

And your ears are the target

I love you all

It was many and many a year ago,
  In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
  By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
  Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
  In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
  I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
  Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
  In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
  My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
  And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
  In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
  Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
  In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
  Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
  Of those who were older than we—
  Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
  Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
  In her sepulchre there by the sea—
  In her tomb by the side of the sea.

I'm in love with someone's daughter
living in the shards of a broken home
Cutting herself on two year-old letters
These are moments she can't fake;
reasons to feel alone
So used to abuse, her tears start to shake
I hold her close as her head starts to ache
"I love you too much,
so I can't let your heart break."
She said, "I know you love me,
but you've made a mistake."

I never meant for anyone to be my pulse.
I promise not to step on your feet
if you teach me how to waltz.

A part of me knows that the way your lips curl up into that sly smile foreshadows my destruction
I see the pain in you
The weight of the world lives inside you and it's tearing you to shreds right in front of me
It's not that I think I can change it or make the hurt that constricts you loosen it's chains around your broken soul
I guess there was just a part of me that hoped you wouldn't embrace me while you let it crush your bones
I'm not the comfort you're looking for
I'm just a kid with a ****** up head and a tendency to fall in love with the idea of being the comfort you seek and I hate it
It's always so difficult to let someone else in and every time I know it's a shattered image of love but I keep trying
That smile, that comfort, that breathy voice on my neck that I'm all too aware will break me
Maybe I should just let go
I never really know

You are long gone now.
I would like my scarf back, please.
It smells like me, but...