Your façade is a lie that you're telling so beautifully
that I don't want to interrupt
by exposing your truth
even if it would save you

You are the sun and the stars,
the spark that ignites a lighter every time it's clicked,
The strike of a match as it runs across it's box
But I am the cigarette you left in the ashtray,
the wood you left in the fireplace,
the candle you left sitting out too long
flamed out
*burned up

I've promised you a lot of things,
but these are the most important
There are pieces of you falling apart
and I promise to walk behind you
to pick them up
I promise to tell you
that you are kind, and beautiful, and smart
Because you were all those things before I came to know you
and you will be all those things when I leave
but I promise to acknowledge them
I promise that I will love you no matter what
that your hour long rants and mood swings will not drive me away
But that I will deal with them accordingly to try and make you happy again
I promise to leave you to yourself
when you're in a bad mood
Because I know you don’t like to talk about your feelings
and I know you  hate crying in front of people
But when you do
I promise to wipe your tears
before they drop from your chin onto your shirt
And to fix your make up so that you look as flawless as you did before
I promise to talk to you when you need
and sit in silence with you when you don’t
I promise that I will stop everything to be with you
No matter where I am,
No matter what time,
I would do anything for you
Because you are the most important person to me
I promise

I told her there was very little of me left to love,
and with glassy blue-green eyes she replied
*There is enough

I would die for you in a second
But it would never be void of selfishness
Because the life I live
Is so predominately affected by you
That not only could I not bear for you to die
I couldn't bear to live without you

I can feel myself slipping into unrequited love
Like the ground beneath me is crumbling and there's no way for me to break my fall
But I don’t know, if there was, that I would catch myself
Because there's nothing about you that I don’t find incredibly endearing
The way you laugh at your own jokes,
Your dimples when you smile too big,
Your hand in mine when you're too drunk to walk on your own,
Your voice
Oh your voice drives me insane
Soft and rich, coaxing me to dip further into this river styx that you have created for me
But somewhere deep inside
I know that you're probably the worst thing that has ever happened to me
And I hate you
I hate you for being the way you are because it's so **** appealing
I hate you for what you've done to me, whether you know it or not
Because the only thing I don’t love about you is my infatuation
But it's too late for me to pull myself out of the abyss that is you
Even though you've swept me away like the dust under your couch
There's nothing I wouldn't do for you
You're like my own personal drug.
I think I'm in control, but slowly
I realize that I can never have enough
That I can never be satisfied with the little you're giving me
And that you have all the power.
So no, I wouldn't catch myself
I would let my body tumble as deep into the earth as it could go
Letting every chunk of dirt, every grain of sand follow behind me
Hoping that, eventually, it would bury me alive