"Such sad, sad eyes, my love."
- the words of my mother to me,
on that cold, cold night.
I blink away tears, heart writhing in my chest.
It's okay.
It hurt me, my love, but in the most beautiful of ways.
For you, I'd trade these sad, sad eyes
for your breathtakingly happy eyes.
And perhaps one day I will be so close to you,
I'll see those squinting eyes for myself.
And we'll share joyful eyes together.

There's tiny shells in your laugh;
they bring out a vibrant pearly color.
And the corners of your eyes squint;
in the most peculiar manner.
I think I'm falling in love.
There's tiny bells in my throat;
with pitches much too high.
I hear it overwhelmingly,
ear-piercing.
And you simply have no clue.
Oh, how I yearn to trade in those tiny bells.
I'll trade them for a train whistle,
a fog-horn,
a siren.
So maybe your ears will hear the ringing.
Above the laughter, and wave of pearl,
you'll hear my "I love you's".
And maybe the corners of your eyes will squint,
in the most peculiar manner.
And I'll fall again in love with you.

Here's the cold, hard truth:
You terrify me.
Us, together — it terrifies me.
I'm a sucker for spoilers,
And I'm offered not one.
And when I was 10, I was scolded
— told to never blindly trust.
But isn't that what this really is?
I wish you would wrap your arms around me.
Maybe then I'd feel some security.
I feel safe with my head against your heart;
It's a moment I can control.
But when I fall into your embrace,
I wish you'd give it your all.
Because right now it just feels like a blind trust fall.

Let me bury my head into your chest.
I'll fall in love with your heartbeat,
and its slow, rhythmic dance.
(Or is it lively?)
Forgiveness goes a far way,
if it's an entirely different tempo than my own.
I'll fall in love with the way they learn to waltz together.
And I'll admire it as if it's  
the most beautiful thing I've known.

There once lived a man.
Whose face I don't remember.
My father's brother (I am told),
Whose kindness I can't forget.
A man of solitude,
quietness,
love.
(But these are all stories).
And his gentleness was a scream that was silenced,
as he perished under a broken heart...
Such a common, common, tragedy...
Why?
Shouldn't our minds comprehend it yet?
Our hearts are our greatest wonders.
They are noble gifts.
But they are the most delicate of all presents.
And time and time again we wrap them up and give them to those
who have no use for them;
or simply no desire.

Don't love me - I'm messy.
Don't love me - I'll fall.
I'm the most undeserving.
I can't give you my all.
Don't love me; it's not right,
and I'll only let you down.
Please don't love me, I beg you.
I'm just so scared right now.

Love me, I need you,
else I'll remain on the ground.
Show me I'm deserving
and capable of loving all around.
Love me, it's all I want -
to be shown what I'm worth.
Please love me, I beg you.
When I'm lost, you're my north.

Guide me home and put my fears to rest.
If you've loved me at my worst, you'll surely love me at my best.

There was a girl in my class,
a girl with a boy about two years' time.
And her eyes burned and screamed,
and I'm sure those frequent tears stung,
when no one could help her
or save her from the net she was caught in
Now let me say, there are far too many "loves" to choose from,
in this world where words and meanings are confused.
I still believe love can be beautiful.
To be lost can be breathtaking,
in the most wonderful of ways.
(I write as if I am aware...)
But to be trapped? Trapped in a love that is not your own?
No - give me strength in love,
should it reach me.
Give me strength in love,
and wisdom to avoid such snares.