You are my late night lover.
     My romance under the stars.
             Both of us using the other to fill a void inside.
                   Two lonely hearts bonded over confessions in the dark.
You're brokenness out in the open, on display for all to see.
     Mine hidden away inside, pushed down into the depth of my soul.
           Saying sweet words to each other as if we'd somehow believe them.
                 Whispering the truth so quietly even we could barely hear it.
Now as the dawn comes closer I'm starting to realize... I want a relationship, and you don't know how to treat a girl as anything more than a fling.

He.
He is change.
He is a breathe of fresh air after a night trapped in a damp basement.
He is pools of depth and emotion where eyes used to be.
He is a gentle caress where your forceful blows once landed.
He is what I need.
He speaks truth where you spoke lies.
He is a million hellos and you were a never ending stream of goodbyes.
His hands running down my body scorch with passion igniting my being on fire. Warmth.
Your hands were ice cold like a bucket of water on Winter's coldest day. Freezing.
When I see his smile the next 20 years of my life flash before my eyes.
When you smiled I wasn't sure I'd make it there.
He whispers in my ear, "You're so beautiful" & "I can't believe your mine."
You whispered in my ear, "You'll pay for that later; No one wants you, hell, neither do I"
He holds my hand like I'm a prize.
You held my hand in a grip that foreshadowed the pain to come.
He says, "You're perfect, please stop hiding from me."
You said, "You're worthless, without me you're nothing."
When he puts his arms around me its to pull me close, hug me tight, and show me he's there.
You put your arms around me to show me how fat I was and stop me from running away.
He is my protector.
You were my aggressor.
He rebuilds me.
You destroyed me.
He is joyful memories.
You are nightmares.
He is a man.
You are a boy.
He is teaching me what real love is.
He is erasing you from my soul.
And one day I will be able to tell him I love him without feeling your hands around my neck successfully stopping the words from pouring out of my mouth.
Because He is mine.
And since the first time he saw me I have been his.
He is happiness.
He is not you.
He is my forever.
He.

You were the Sun vibrant; so beautiful that it made your eyes water if you stared to long.
I was the Moon capable of nothing without you.
You brought light to my dark and broken world.
And in that first peek of a sunrise;
I knew that you would change my world forever.
I knew that things would get better.
and I fooled myself to believe sunsets didn't happen.