"I don't deserve you,"* you say to me Just as you'd said a million times before. You're the best person I've ever met, I know because of the feeling in my chest When your words become too serious, And you want your hurt to end so badly That you're willing to go away with it.
Your phone is just a dead end But I'll keep trying until I can't, Which shouldn't be long now because My head has never pounded so loudly And neither has my heart, And I can't see the numbers I'm dialing Through the heavy pools between my eyelids.
I've never been so afraid of anything In my life. I'm in just a small room of all the world, And yet most of it is only filled with you. And I'm crying in my room and I didn't think I'd ever be afraid to think that You might be done crying in yours.
Each bare-footed step in the grass Feels the dew that garnered while your eyes were closed, And each night I count the stars that died Only to shine through your window and give you something beautiful to look at. The tree in my front yard grows for you And the initials we carved into its bark refuse to heal. The sigh as I fall asleep and the dress that hangs upon my shoulders and wraps around my waist does so for you and only you.
Everything I want is you And everything you are, you hate. And I want to convince you to love you, Even more than I want to convince you to love me.
Can't you see that the sun only rises to see your face? Don't you know that the crickets only chirp when they know that you're listening? And how is it that you aren’t blinded by the reflection of your light in every room that you illuminate?
I didn't want to make you feel bad when I told you that the scariest moment of my life was in those long hours of not knowing whether or not the best part of my world was still a part of the world. I just wanted you to realize how bad it would be if you weren’t.
You're sure that as hard as you look, you can't see anything in you that's worth loving. Please don't give up. Because any direction I glance, the something worth loving in you is my only view.
Loving somebody doesn't work if they don't love themselves. But there will always be those of us who love too hard to really mind that.