Silent words I whisper to you,
by the tongue of a writer
therapy to my heart
are the words by my hand.

To the world I gave my coldness
my glass full of hopeless intentions,
my doubts, my sorrow,
to you I gave tomorrow...

To the people I give
nothing but a box of smells
I mere reaction to the faction
I often carry around.
But to you I give today...

I scare you with my dedication
to you heart, soul and happiness
you spent a lifetime looking for me
and because I love you with passion
you hide, and run away
you turned our fantasy into a daily repetition of your past.

You cut my ropes
you've built inside me hopes,
you promised me the future
and gave me your pass wrapped in delusion.

You tell me you want this prince,
and you fully describe me,
yet I give you all that and more
and you push me out
and build in me a great remorse.

You believe that I need growing,
that my head is in the clouds
that I need to without you
become a more stable companion.

To that I laugh inside me,
you need to do the growing and the finding,
you claim you want this man
when all you expect is a puppet boy,
you say you want our love,
and each day you make us
a mirror of your old present.

Stop trying to make me less
just because that makes you comfortable,
exit out of your premediated safe zone
built by years of insecurities and control
and give in to us
even you said so yourself... we are soulmates,
stop molding us to your doubts.

I am grown,
I do know what I want, it just so happens to be you
no, this doesn't make me less of a man
this doesn't mean I don't know my heart,
it doesn't mean I need a life without you
to know how to be apart.

My love means that I desire you
that I finally have found you
the love of my life, the pocket for my heart
the only person in my life
for which I have ever and will ever
surrender my pride, and give my heart.