I'm giving up on hope and happiness . juggling depression and isolation on a tightrope made me fall. im realizing i was hiding from the fact because i was frightened . i knew i felt it when our knees and foreheads touched at the same exact time . And you kissed me . You kissed ME not me with my scars . You have always accepted me for me . i get **** for using love to openly in my poems . And when my little brother asks me in the midst of my tears " do you love him ?"
and even if every teacher i ever had was screaming at me to say " NO " i tapped my heart once , twice and said " i feel him . in here " and you said you liked me for me . And i look at broken things like i can fix them . And i caught myself staring at you . So i took it upon myself to heal you . However i feel like my healing is a lot like radiation therapy . I'm killing you while healing you . And when i admit to myself that i feel love for you , my heart starts to bend . bracing for impact . Because its supposed to hurt . But my dearest alchemist . No matter what please try to maintain the sentiment that i'm hoping to tattoo to your mental so you will never forget " there is a reason your still alive " and i am going to make this promise to you " If i could i would **** every insecurity that told you that you weren't enough " ....... i also realized something else , i think about you more often than sometimes