We met by the blue river.
I had problems and you had problems.
We bonded over that.
I could see that you were just as broken as I was.
And I was okay with that.

You were running from monsters,
And I was running from monsters.
You had demons and I had demons.

Do you think you have room for one more lost soul?
They say silence is the most powerful scream,
And it was pretty obvious that we were both screaming
In a place no one could hear us.

We weren't okay but we smiled anyways.
We realized it was better that way.
Because we realized we didn't want anyone to suffer
The way we did.

I found that i could not write about you
It's not that there are no words to describe what you are
It's not a problem with words
It's a problem with feelings
How do k write without feelings?
No matter how much i have delved into my brain or how much effort i put into it i could not muster up anything about you that could light up a fire in me
And that's a problem
Because i cannot write about you
And if i cannot write about you
That means i don't love you

(E.G)

We walked amongst the ruins famed in story
Of Rozel-Tower,
And saw the boundless waters stretch in glory
And heave in power.

O Ocean vast! We heard thy song with wonder,
Whilst waves marked time.
"Appear, O Truth!" thou sang'st with tone of thunder,
"And shine sublime!

"The world's enslaved and hunted down by beagles,
To despots sold.
Souls of deep thinkers, soar like mighty eagles!
The Right uphold.

"Be born! arise! o'er the earth and wild waves bounding,
Peoples and suns!
Let darkness vanish; tocsins be resounding,
And flash, ye guns!

"And you who love no pomps of fog or glamour,
Who fear no shocks,
Brave foam and lightning, hurricane and clamour,--
Exiles: the rocks!"

She loves how I act,
                                   But I don't see why.
She loves how I talk,
                                    But I hate it.
She loves how I think,
                                     But I don't get it.
She loves how I look,
                                     But I never saw it.

She loves, and I will never see,
Being all in love, and yet so unworthy...