Someone said this to me. Sent it. It is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me so i thought id share.

I get really jealous when you wear showy clothes because I want to protect you, as my own. I want to hold your hair in my hands and just rub my face against it. Your face provokes a strong need to poke cheeks because yours are so kissable.
My dear,  how adorable you really are...it's a shame I won't get to do any more touching then a hug...

i can't describe the monsters when they get this close
i can't understand the difference between claws and teeth,
it's all just sharp and shiny
nor push forward and pull back
which way will the demons throw me from that sand-drawn line between
absolutely everything and endlessly nothing?
i can't tell you what they look like,
these time eaters, these body snatchers,
these creatures of the late night mind
all i can say is i am so very tired of running
they chase me quickly through the dark halls of a falling manor
in a world running antiparallel to our own
where the air breathes Death instead of life
i break a mirror and jump on the shards
as if the fractured pieces of myself on the floor can pierce my skin and save me
knowing full well the monsters circle closer, an oppressiveness suffocating space
the last drops of moonlight reflecting their mournful cries for me
before i lie down in defeat

i let the monsters i cannot describe burn through my heart, my soul, my eyes
my last hope ringing in my ears
that the world will know i never really wanted to
die.