I love you**
The ring to it drops the way I will when you eventually leave.

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her;
The sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery,
The delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five,
The selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another,
The scent of new books in the store,
The surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets.
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you;
Your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality,
Your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly,
Your mindless humming when it is too quiet,
Your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper,
Your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite,
And more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget.
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is.
When you make her feel that she is replaceable.
She wants to feel cherished.
When you make her feel that you are fleeting.
She wants you to stay.
When you make her feel inadequate.
She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent.
You must trace her weakest spots.
You must write to her.
You must remind her that you are there.
You must know how long it takes for her to give up.
You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed.
And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.

Ever thought about killing yourself? no really, I know all of us have had these thoughts. They pierce your skin with beautiful words like peace, rest, pleasure, relief.
But then all of a sudden I stopped, took a step back from the bath tub and thought to myself how these words are only for the people who have done good in their life. "Heaven".
The only reason I'm not gone is because I'm not ready for hell just yet.

Close your eyes and imagine nothing has changed. Go back to the first day you met them. would you still say hello? hug them? allow them to do what they've done to you? or would you walk away with the dignity that you never knew you would lose.
If you walked away, then you have every right to be mad at them and hate them the way you did, but if you would go through all of it again, don't you dare try to convince people that they are the bad guy. Because if you would do it again, that means you were subconsciously aware of the fact that they were stealing every bit of happiness you ever had.

Look at you;
So flawless,
So beautiful in and out.
You feel lost because you lost the boy you love.
But you craved freedom more than anyone in the world.
You love but you cannot hold on.
It has to do with the fear you have of losing your life soon.
But you need to know that a beautiful soul like you deserves happiness and people who appreciate the naked soul.
Because its nothing about ******* yourself and giving them a bitter taste of the loneliness you experience when you aren't with him.
You need to believe that you're worth the love he is giving you, because that cage he put around you, is a loving protective shield, keeping you away from poisoning all the other boys.
Your addictive poison. He gets high on your poison, craves it, loves it even though it might end up killing him on the inside.
Darling, you're all of our poison.