God!
Why do I have to freak out?
You notice
and ask me what it's all about.
I tell you, "it's nothing,"
you say, "******* honey"
and then i explain
that I hate my existence,
without you in it.
I want you for my own,
without anyone else.
I wouldn't ever cheat,
lie,
or be ungrateful
to my elf.
You are better for me,
than I am for myself.
So today
I will write about the freak outs I have,
because this depression I feel,
isn't all just bad.
It's just fueled by jealousy,
and ruled by hate.
But only for the boys
you stay with til late.
I love you more
than I could ever show,
more than I could say,
more than you'll ever know.
And this is what you fail to see,
is that life could be better,
if you were just with me.
Less hearts that you
would worry about breaking,
less people's breaths
you'd be accidentally taking.
And you wouldn't have to try
as hard as you do.
This love that I feel,
That I wish you felt too.
Because I would come home
every night to you.
To rub to your feet,
give you kisses
and hold you
til' you slept
the whole night through.