Is it insecurity I need to fill,

Or an over abundance of love I have to give?

You're the hope that pulls my lips towards the surface of the ocean when
I am drowning.
You're the relief and peace in that inhale I was reaching for,
And when I am exhausted and cold,
You are the comfort in the heat
of the sun.

You are too far away from me.

If I am only a chapter in your story book...

I am the height of the adventure.
I may not be the light at the end of the tunnel,
But I am rising tension with the quotes that you wish you wrote,
And the kind of love that you'll find on the lips and fingertips of every character,
but won't be able to find in the real world.

Perhaps you're in love with fiction.

Perhaps that's what I am.

"I love you..."
I've heard these words as a reminder of a promise,
A promise that haunts me in the darkest and most innocent part of my soul.
I thought of these words like they were a hand striking my skin,
Leaving red marks and bruises.
"I thought you loved me, too?"
Was the worst.
I lived my life learning how to use these words in the wrong way;
As protection. As a shield that kept me unharmed from the strikes of,
"I love you."
But the strikes still came. And my skin had only gotten more discolored...
"I love you, too."
Shouldn't be said in FEAR.

I'm learning the truth now.
My dear,
You have rewritten the definitions of the words I had, for so long, known as
Pain from my Past.
"Love," is not a hand that steals the stars from the sky,
It is the reason why the galaxies exist.

We met under the night sky.
With bitterness layered in the breeze,
Yet with that came honest intentions and curiosity.
And we played under the stars, tracing out unsaid promises into each other's skin...
Saying things to each other
as if the
morning wasn't going
to come.

But the morning did come,
And you were still there.
The sun rose and shone on my flaws,
And you were still there.