She is an open book
Some pages carefully written
Others scribbled on and torn
But in the end, each page is a piece of her
A book nobody wants to read

Love
Is just that
A word

A word with such power
It’s hurt
It’s lied
It’s killed

But what if love was something different?
To you it’s a sandwich, the crust cut off
To me it’s feeling the sun on my face
Because that’s how I feel when you look at me
Your ocean eyes, a portal to your soul
I could get lost in, for hours and days

And then love becomes more, more than it’s ever been
But love
is just that
A word.

I feel like I'm a child again
at the grocery store with my mother,
getting distracted by people, by sounds and by lights
wandering off behind others.

The difference is, I'm no longer a child
and instead of my mother
it's you I'm struggling to find.

I am scared, I am frightened
Mostly of my own mind
Some say I don't deserve it
Some say that I might

The truth is
If there was a way to go back in time
I'd go in a heartbeat
And make sure you'd stay mine

These thoughts that linger in my mind
Engraved like stone
The warmth of a past
That now feels cold
and yet we still long
For that embrace
The echoing, of one last
"Hello"

You're my love, my heart, my home, my sanity, my joy, my tears, my haven
How can I go on without what makes me, me

Why is it that the one thing that makes my days so bright
Also causes my darkest nights