Come back so I can prove
that I have and always will be
the best thing that has ever happened
to you and that I am in fact
the only one who has never even
considered leaving your side.
I am here and I am ready
to give you every single
ounce of love in this world
and I need you to open
your ******* beautiful
eyes and see that I will never
ever hurt you and I will never
leave you at any time.
I will hand you the world
as long as you promise to
remain in mine.
Because baby, I cannot lose you
again because losing you is the
worst thing I've ever known.
I know it's crazy and I know it's hard
but I love you like crazy and that's
all we need to make this work.
We need this love and you and me and us
until we can no longer see how bad
things have gotten in the world.
Because when you talk to me,
I don't think about wars or shootings;
I think about how if nothing else in this world
is right, at least we are.
I love you and that will never change
so please don't make me live a life where
we are not us and I have to find a way to
make it through days by avoiding songs
and checking out film titles to make
sure they will not remind me of
our last goodbye or the first time
you ever told me you loved me.
Believe in us, believe in me.
I believe in you and everything I
know you can and will be.
Even if I have to write you forever
until I can see you once more,
I will not give up.
You are beautiful. You are perfect.
I cannot lose you again.
I will not lose you again.

I found home
between the
syllables of
your name.

Your eyes
reflect the
light that
has become
my sunshine

I hate the fact
that I understand
why you love her
eyes so much
and I hate that I
understand why
someone would choose
anyone over me.
She is beautiful
and the only thing
slightly remarkable
about myself
is that I am in fact
a storm;
everyone is interested at first,
but they quickly flee
after realizing that I
carry too many heavy things.

I wish I could
engrave every broken promise
in to my skin
and fashion a tic mark
for every time I
thought it would be
easier for everyone
if I were to disappear.
Then my body
would showcase my mind
and no one would say,
"It isn't that bad."
My body would become
the most melancholy work
of art and there would
be more important questions
than what Mona Lisa's smile hid.
I would become my mind;
a compilation of heartache and pain.
I am a body that once believed that
life was 3 parts sweet
1 part bitter,
but that soon realized all I
could taste was the mistakes I'd
made and the disappointments
I've created for so many.