I wish to make this promise:
of reaching through the grief-stricken years,
and into the parts of my soul that have been blessed
with a love I have never beheld.
And through this, encounter a willing piece,
that i can offer entirely to you,
until my whole being complies.
I wish to make this promise:
that I can soon release the fear I have been embracing
since i had the strength to hold on.
"I'm so paranoid about the past,
I can't seem to realize you are my future."
These are the words you spoke to me,
But that very paranoia suffocates me as well.
This is the promise I wish to make:
that I will practice deep-breathing
until I am yours.

Don't love me - I'm messy.
Don't love me - I'll fall.
I'm the most undeserving.
I can't give you my all.
Don't love me; it's not right,
and I'll only let you down.
Please don't love me, I beg you.
I'm just so scared right now.

Love me, I need you,
else I'll remain on the ground.
Show me I'm deserving
and capable of loving all around.
Love me, it's all I want -
to be shown what I'm worth.
Please love me, I beg you.
When I'm lost, you're my north.

Guide me home and put my fears to rest.
If you've loved me at my worst, you'll surely love me at my best.

There's tiny shells in your laugh;
they bring out a vibrant pearly color.
And the corners of your eyes squint;
in the most peculiar manner.
I think I'm falling in love.
There's tiny bells in my throat;
with pitches much too high.
I hear it overwhelmingly,
ear-piercing.
And you simply have no clue.
Oh, how I yearn to trade in those tiny bells.
I'll trade them for a train whistle,
a fog-horn,
a siren.
So maybe your ears will hear the ringing.
Above the laughter, and wave of pearl,
you'll hear my "I love you's".
And maybe the corners of your eyes will squint,
in the most peculiar manner.
And I'll fall again in love with you.

Always have I breathed in the way your wings broke the silence of this darkness. It flutters as
those of a butterfly; breaking this reality's sad hymn that is life and death. Your wings bring an
effect to me. Their flight across this opaque sky bring a flame to my vision. It burns across this sky, my heart, and sets it all ablaze. I watch as this flame creeps along my soul, your wings fanning this torrent of emotions. I breath in that sweet, sweet air that arises from it. I know one day my flight will set that soul of yours ablaze. Are you prepared for this torrent of emotion?