I let you break me
But now
Whatever ever comes after
The laughter
Be it happiness
Or pure disaster
I promise you
Poetry
Words to make you weep
Verses to make you think
And love
Stacked higher than
A mile high
Stack of syrupy soaked
Pancakes
I promise
In pain or pleasure
You will measure
My memories
By the rivers of ink
That bled
Turning white paper
To new landscapes
Turning darker days
To hopeful ocean sprays
When I say I will stay
It is a beautiful lie
Cause one night
I to will die
My words will
Spread open for you
You will see
That when you read
You feel things
Old and new
Dark and true
Wonderful and painful
Just know
You are always loved
And always
More than welcome