I wish I could stop
loving you because it hurts.
*hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts

I am trying to
protect you from the demons
that are found in love.

She is holding you
down. You are letting her win.
In the end, she'll leave.

I know it is hard
to face the truth, but baby,
don't let her hurt you.

You deserve better
with your beautiful soul. She
will let you fall.

She will let you fall,
then she will kick you when you're
down on the cold ground.

With no more remorse,
she will leave you again like
she has done before.

Take a step back. Know
this is wrong. Don't hold on.
You will be just fine.

Let me protect you.
Listen to what I say. Step
away. Don't lose sight.

I know you want to
be strong, but sometimes backing
down is what is right.

Closing the door is
strong. Leave behind what makes you
weak. Look to me now.

I will love you. I
will keep you safe. I promise.
You are beautiful.

You never think the
pain will go when love is lost.
It's the truth. It stays.

But you learn. You grow.
Love will come again. It will.
You will radiate.

a n x i o u s. thoughts racing.
heart muscle c o n s t r i c t s. Screaming.
no one can hear me.

Pain:                          Necessity.

How can one learn without it?

Necessary.                  Growth.

-I do not believe-
that this pain will go away
-tonight i suffer-


-I do believe-  that
you are worth every last
second of this wait


-this weight-  so heavy
I feel you with me although
-you are not here now-


-you were never here-
but this love, my heart, it's strong.
-I'll wait. Happily-

Your heart is as cold
As the soil I planted this seed in
But, as the seed grows into a flower,
So will your love.
The ground will become soft,
Your heart less hard.
With each,
Beauty will show.

My heart beats' stutter.
I can't stop you from loving.
I wish it were me.

I love myself. I'm
not being vain. They say, 'Love
yourself first'. I do.

I never thought I
would be blessed to know pure joy
even without you.

Is it selfish for
me to miss you when I have
yet to call you mine?

She is listening
to the music, swaying. Free.
She is the music.

You are the thunder;
the lightening that lights up my
darkest night. The storm.

appearances don't
mean a thing when your soul is
burning me like *fire