You came along when I was drowning.
You pulled me out, reminded me to breathe.
You held my hand until the morning,
Until I’d calmed myself and suddenly felt free.
Your smile, it shone more brightly than the sun.
Your soul was made of constellations,
Guiding me to you.
You pulled me in, not knowing what you’d done.
I came to you, you were my shelter in the raging sea.
You pulled me to the sun, and told me “Breathe it in.”
I breathed fire, and flames danced across my skin.
You took my hand, you taught me fire doesn’t always hurt.
And I believed, and the world became a blur, leaving
Only you, and only me, and the two of us together.
You turned me into a flame, but then you took my breath away.
Now I can only burn when I’m with you.

Long, handwritten letters that you wrote with an old dip pen, that is what I like.
Not lines scribbled on the computer screen, where I can’t see your soul or feel your essence.
A single daisy that you picked from a garden, because it made you think of me, that is what I like.
Not a huge bouquet of neatly wrapped flowers, too colorful and smelling of lost identity.
The simple thrill of our hands intertwined as we watch the waves crash on the shore, that is what I like.
Not a dinner at an expensive restaurant where we both feel out of place and can’t talk with our hearts or feel with our souls.
The sound of your voice saying my name, filled to the brim with love, that is what I like.
Not a ticket to a concert of some band, where I won’t be able to hear your words, drowned out by the sound of a thousand beating hearts.
The innocent smile on your face as you see me, or hear my voice, that is what I like.
Not a movie, where we will be too involved with the plot to spare time to care about us.
So, I beg you, keep those grand gestures for someone who thinks they’re all that matters.
And to me, and this is all I ask, to me, please give the little things that construct the fabric of life.

I warned you on the very first day,
That I was broken and damaged.
I gave you a chance to run,
But you whispered “No, I’ll stay.”
A week later, I warned you again.
Showed you a few of my cracks,
Thinking, this time, for sure, he’ll leave me
And go away…
But all you said was “No, I’ll stay.”
I’m warning you again now,
That I’m broken, damaged, held together
Only barely by safety pins and duct tape,
Trying to be my own hero, but without a cape.
You’ll need to be patient, and kind,
And remind me you love me sometimes,
Because I never loved myself, and I didn’t even know
That others could love me before I learned to love me.
You’ll need to teach me, how to breathe the happiness,
How to feel the love, how to stop the insecurities
Bleeding through the cracks of my soul,
I’ll let you be my saviour, but I need you to teach me this all.
Because I never really learned myself,
And no one ever really tried to explain it to me.
And I was lost, and always alone, never really seeing the light of day.
Until that moment when I told you to run and you responded with
“I’ll stay.”

I may have been made of stars once.
I may have been a constellation,
Bright and beautiful,
And infinite.
I may have been a guiding light for lost souls,
But now my soul is lost,
And I am only empty stardust.
But I look into your eyes and I see a constellation,
Guiding me home.
My home are your arms, strong and gentle,
Keeping me safe, from the world,
And from myself.

Eyes as grey as a nostalgic sky,
Lips as red as the burning dawn,
Hair as dark as the midst of night,
And a smile that puts flowers to shame.
The stars have left the sky and moved in your eyes,
The roses shy away from the beauty of your red lips,
And ravens wish their wings as black as your hair made of night.
A smile fit for a queen, though you wear no crown.
But a crown makes no difference, for the queen hides within.
A look in your eyes, that leaves them all staring,
Mouths agape, uncomprehending of your beauty.
Your smile, so sweet, so tempting, yet so dangerous,
Could sink a hundred ships and drown a thousand sailors,
And they would gladly embrace death, having seen you before they die.
An angel, perhaps, escaped from heaven,
To bring us your heavenly light.
To bring us your love, and give us safe haven,
And open our eyes to see the world bright.
Far and wide, they’ll go to look for you,
Seeking something that pure and true.
With eyes of sky and stars,
With lips of burning sun,
With hair of night’s silk,
And a soul woven of starlight.

The colour of roses,
the colour of blood.
The colour of passion
that comes like a flood.
The colour of my heart,
painted by you.
The colour you won’t notice on me,
no matter what I do.
The colour of her lips,
and the marks she leaves
on your skin.
The colour of the original sin.
The colour I feel,
so real it hurts.
The colour of my unspoken words.
The colour of her dress when she twirls,
the colour of your cheeks when you look at her.
The colour I hide when
it sweeps over me like the tide.
But it’s not the colour that tells me
I can’t be with you.

I see your skin.
I see your scars.
I hear the cries you shout toward the stars.
You think you’re alone.
You think you’re insane.
When everyone leaves,
You just look for another vein
To cut open and bleed on the tiles.
You’ve forgotten how to smile.
You’re not insane.
You’re not alone.
Let me help you wipe those tears.
Let me help you get back on your feet.
Let me help you throw those blades in the trash can
Out in the street
So your skin will never again bleed.
You’re beautiful to me.
And if the others can’t see,
Then let them be.
They don’t deserve this peek behind
Your carefully built and painted blinds.
Let me help you find hope.
Let me help you find love.
And I’ll send out your words
To the stars up above.