I have aspired to become someone better over the years.

I used to think depression was beauty and the lowest I could sink would be the best place to start.

My last real effort to get this close to anyone ended in broken memories and a restraining order but I may finally be ready to open back up.

Because you came along like a broken bell composed of the cacophonous melody of the frequency it sang in the forgotten years and exploded into the scene with your first fresh notes in centuries.

Our collision was like a car crash that killed off the worst parts of me.

And I know this is just poetry,
but honey, I think there may be more to this whole game than I planned.

You know how they say you always meet someone when you are trying not to? I had no intention of breaking my ribs open and forcing the world to see whats underneath again. But I have a feeling...

I have a feeling you will see what's inside and you will form the new bones beneath the confines of the veins that pump hope into me.

That's where you'll sleep.

I would say I love you, but I don't think those words really fit. It's more like you are the part of me I lost when I was a child. The part that is supposed to remind me that I'm worth something.