I felt as if the world grew in the palm of your hands, every inch of you another ocean, another forest. But you began to cut your own trees down so I could build a home with you, so I could embed myself in the thought of us. But see my mother always told me not to make homes out of people. For those are the worst. We begun to tear the walls of the own foundation we had spent months to build up. You began to draw a line between us. "Do not step pass." You started to introduced the idea of failure.  With every word was like a longer line.  But; we're okay; right? Your tongue like knifes, but could never cut as deep as the hope that you never get the taste of my love off of your lips. So I pick up a hammer, bringing down every stupid ******* brick build up. And I'll stand by you, despite the fact that sometimes you sting worse than salt poured on an open wound. But it could never sting enough to demolish my love for you. So I'll stand by you, vulnerable as can be, but at least I'll know we still have a fighting chance. So I stand by you, and love you unconditionally because love is full of sacrifices and I know I'll be okay. So I'll stand by you, just so long as you replace your knifed tongue with a galaxy of words filled with hope. So I'll stand by you; possibly forever. Just so long as you promise to help build our walls of our home back up with me.