I don't think my heart can shatter anymore onto that cold ground you have left for it
to fall. Instead, I think my heart will melt into the fire of my soul that still burns for you
and every aspect of you.

When I think about everything that has happened my hands become numb and my heart
sinks inside my rib cage a little, and I have to hold back tears that I don't understand. I wish
that things were how they were a couple of months ago, when the leaves were red and
the sun was out, but the cold winter months have replaced any warmth that the world may
provide.

Now I am fueled by a fire within my heart to keep on going, but I do not understand why
this fire is not extinguished. Something keeps feeding hope into the pit and causing it
to burn still, but it cannot be me, for I see no hope. I see no hope yet I am not ready to
let go.

As the days go by and whatever it may be that is eating away at me continues, I stand here
and watch as my heart melts inside my chest. Your eyes, your words, your presence is
causing my vessels to boil. A hole is forming on my chest and I wish I could patch it but
haven't you been told? The store is fresh out of medicine.

He sees me in the mirror
sigh and fidget with my hair,
rolls his eyes and laughs at me
" i dont know why you care".

He tells me that my smile
Could bring a grown man to his knees
That in all his years of searching ;
None had eyes like these .

He says he loves my tiny feet
And that im pretty when i cry ;
He says that im a stubburn *****;
But loves the reasons why.

He tells me that my laughter
Sounds like an angels song;
And every time he hears it
He wants to sing along .

"Stop fussin in the mirror,
I'll remind you every day ,
your perfectly imperfect
and that's how you should stay. "

I send you my verses,
immersed in my blood.
My words, as imprints of my soul.
Will it remain with you forever. Enough??

And like a balloon,
he rises above all others,
while like a child,
I gaze upon him,
with starry eyes,
and try to hold on to him,
before he floats from my grasp.