I don't think there's anything in this world more comforting than you. More whirling and more excessively beautiful than your soul and your love.

The way my chest sinks when you pick a fight and I know that I **** up once again.

When you say its not important or it doesn't matter when we know **** well you'd sell your soul to get me on board.

How you press your lips together and bite your tongue with every lick of anger. Because you know how draining it is; internally fighting with yourself.

How you think you're not cute, and how I oppose to your negative thoughts. the way you see yourself is completely different from how we see you.

If you ever for a second thought that I was in betrayal of your love, the hounds were released and all is doomed to hell.

I know you care. Its so difficult not to hurt I wish you knew how loyalty surges through my veins and reminds me how good I have it with you.

I refuse. ******* refuse to let you down. and let you feel like you're not the only one. Not worthy enough, and yet again make you upset. I don't have the heart for it.

Don't you dare yell at me, you're way too cute when you do. Don't you dare make me want to kiss you, and just stare for hours into those gleaming eyes of yours.

You are everything. you don't know it. but you are, and you refuse to let yourself believe in it. but it's the truth. you're the world in a bundle of undivided love. and you know what? *i love you

i fell in love
with your smile.
the way your lips
pull back
to display
your perfect teeth.
and how your cheeks
look fuller
and slightly more
pink.
how your eyes
light up like
the stars
but your eyelids
droop,
to hide
the magic
that lies
beneath them.
your smile
is
like a
solar eclipse,
rare,
blinding,
and
completely
*******
worth
the
wait

its been days
weeks even
since I've felt this
l
  o
    w
i guess
i thought
if i didn't
think about it,
its wouldn't matter.
but here i am,
holding a razor
in my
trembling hand
and my tears
almost blinding me,
it is now
that i realize
you can
close your eyes
to your fears
but you
can never close
your head
to your
demons

she loved
anything
that provided
an escape
from her life.
when she was 7,
it was
disney movies.
that is where
she learned
its not normal for
daddys to hit mommys.
when she was 11,
it was
books.
the ink,
staining her fingers
as well as her heart
and her mind.
that was where
she learned
that when she said
no,
he was supposed
to stop.
when she was 16,
it was drugs.
powder, needles, pills.
and that is where
she learned
the true meaning
of escape.
getting so
h i g h
she never
felt the
l o w s.
at 20,
though, she
confused
e s c a p e
with
d i s a p p e a r i n g