With every closed door
Comes an open window,
Which will let in cold air
And make you sick.

But don't open the door again.
You'll get robbed...
And not just of your hopes and dreams.

There are so many
Loop holes
To your love
It's hard to determine
What it's made of
Can't tell if it's
For real
Sometimes I think
You try to conceal
What we have
Or maybe just me
All I know is
Without it
I can't breathe
I wish I could look
Inside your heart
But I can't
I only hope
That this is not
A game
You're real to me
I cherish you
Don't stray from me
Can't lose you
Again...

Thank you,
Best Friend
For bringing me
Comfort
Security
Love
Generosity
You keep me sane
I love you

Everyone is as fake
As a plastic face
I'm not

(shhh its secret but..)
- a nail perfectly holding two surfaces together
- a flower growing from mud
- a **** protesting and growing in that tiny crack
- mould becoming penicillin and saving people
- that perfectly played set of notes
- officially ending another well written book

(don't look to humans
for perfection
there is no such thing
for the likes of us. no
we are all imperfect)