I guess I’ll never understand
      Why you cry yourself to sleep

Why you look in the mirror
      To see one missing piece

What must I do to help you
      Sleep sound
            When I’m not around...

You are complex, hard to read

But,

You are

perfect

to me.

To write words over and over
To explain what it feels to love you
To express what you mean to me

No words can be enough for that
And so I always end up erasing them

thank you
for destroying my soul and leaving me as is,
for teaching me lessons I never thought I needed,
for reminding me of my worth though I still tend to forget,
for ruining my mind leaving traces of guilt and regret,
for making me hate every inch of myself, forcing me to change,
for giving me the closure that I needed and taking away the pain.

although she spoke,
she felt silent.
it seemed as if nobody cared.
nobody to hear, nobody to hold;
the words she spoke remain untold.