"Will you marry me?"*
Why no, I'm afraid I can't.
I just need some time.

As rivers of mascara run down my face I think
What did I ever do to deserve this?
Tear stains on my once rosy cheeks
serve as a reminder that nothing good can stay.
No, I don't want your sympathy.
I don't want your ******* pity.
You can take your knowing smile
and shove it straight up you ***.
I am enough on my own.
I can make it without your help.
The fact of the matter is,
I don't need you.
You only wish I do.

I don't understand
why being the last choice is so painful.
To know there is always someone better
is tearing my soul apart.
What happened to me being special?
I guess you lied just like everyone else.
Truth is, I don't give a ****.
I can't.
Because the more I care the more it hurts,
and I can't take another hit.

Like the first ray of sunshine after a week full of rain
he is a beacon of hope for all of the world.
As we are just caving in to the storm
he is able to bring back the light.

Like a lighthouse protects the ships from the shore
he protects me from the troubles of the world.
As I am beaten down by the waves of life
he lifts me up just like the tide.

I love you.

I love you because of the way you love me.
Without exception, without expectation, and without boundary.
The way you know how to be everything good in the world.

I love you because of how extraordinarily unordinary you are.
Without concern, without embarrassment, and without regret.
*The way you are never scared to be the wonderful you you are

You killed a piece of me.
Every time I gave into one of your demands
I felt my heart break a little more.
You distorted my idea of love every time you said I was the one.
Kind words always came after the cruel ones.
"I only act this way because I know what you want better than you do."
Then you should have gone through with your threats
If only I wasn't too scared to fight back.

I have to press "pause"
on this wild, wild game called life.
Or else I'll choose "quit".

You used to be my morphine.
But now..
*you can't even heal the hurt

Let me guard your fever dreams,
as nothing is ever as it seems.
Your mind is open but the inside screams,
so let me guard your fever dreams.

Please let me go home.
I don't feel like I belong.
I feel so lost here.

A pillar of black and white granite is all that is holding us up anymore.
We stand atop it and watch as the cracks form in the earth under us.
Everything we stand for is about to crumble all over again. Again,
and we are by no means ready to stand on our own in this world.
We depend on each other like the earth depends on rain and sun.
Without the other each of us would spiral down to hell's doors
and be hopelessly wondering and searching for love forever.
The world is ending once again, and all that's left is you.
When my world ends will your God go down with it?

The anticipation, and the stress.
The waiting to be told.
The butterflies in your stomach.
The shaking hands.
The tripping over your words.
The feeling of all eyes on you.
The joy of theatre.

We are lost in a sea filled with black and white shadows,
and you and I wonder aimlessly; hand in hand.
In the midst of the world of gloom your eyes still manage to shine,
and my hand locked in yours is what is keeping me grounded.
As another blow lands on our earth we are knocked to our knees.
The air fills with the ash of our hope, and all of it is lost.
As you lie down on the ground in surrender I know it is over,
because if you give up I have no reason or desire to live.
It is in that moment that I know.
And there is not a question left in my mind.
*I love you

And then the earth crumbled.
The pieces fell around us as gently as snow,
but were as hard hitting as the blow God had landed on our world.
You held me near you, so near in fact all I could feel was your warmth.
The world is collapsing, but all that is left is us.
As we lie on the ground we are buried alive with the ash of what once was.
What the world could have been, what we could have been
hardly matters when your fighting for you last breath.
I want to let the world take me away with it,
but you are pulling me like your life depends on my survival.
The world is a swirl of black and white,
and the debris of our memory is spiraling into space.
Life is over for us the instant you stop holding on.
You were the last thing binding this world together.
If I am going to die, I want it to be with you.

Everyone run!**
The Pirates are coming!
Run or be hanged like the Jolly Roger

I see you coming,
and time begins to stand still.
I will protect you.

Together, in a sea of black and white flowers,
we listen to the seconds tick by.
They tick away almost as fast as my heart beats.
As we lie so near each other,
gazing into each others eyes I can't help but smile.
You, oh you.
You laugh that adorable awkward laugh of yours,
the one that sounds just like everything good in the world.
But you stop when you see that I can't take my eyes off of you.
You slide just a bit closer to me as you ask "What is going on?".
Sleep is dragging me under like an anchor into the ocean,
and the only words I could utter were "I think I like you".
I close my eyes and hang on just long enough to hear you say
*"Good, because I've already fallen."

Feelings developed.
I tried not to let them.
You marched right in
and tore down my walls.
But you did it so gently..
like no one ever has before.
With that kiss you took half,
but the other is still mine.
*For now