My soul is lain bare, my secrets are revealed. I have nothing more to hide. I confess my sins and my love for you. I am an open book, if you care to read my heart. Emotions are ever present and nothing clothes me. My facade has been washed away by the truth of love. No more am I hiding beneath a pretense of lies. I cannot hide from the eyes of love anymore. Your gaze pierces my veil and my armor. My heart is yours to plunder. All of the hidden things I have kept inside are made known. Let it be proclaimed from the house tops and let the world be placed on notice. I am bare, I am naked before your love and I care not who sees it.

I loved him
I truly loved him
But you shouldn't fear the one you love
At lest I think you shouldn't

He loved
He truly loved me
But you shouldn't yell at the one you love
At lest I think you shouldn't

I would always say I love you
But you would never say I love you too just love you too
You would yell and throw things
I would say it's ok. Please. Stop.



I loved him
I truly loved him
But you shouldn't fear the one you love.

He loved me
Or so I thought
I guess I knew he didnt from the start

I lost it to you,
I lost everything to you,
Now I have lost you,

Cold as the morning
cold as my blue heart
we don't have
to hold something
to feel its absence
to know its significance
we are drawn for reasons
beyond our limited sense
of time and space.

Each moment is
a turning point
we get to choose
whether to anchor in
isolation's safe harbor
or tell stagnant fear
to *******
we'd rather live
exposed and free

fill every cell
until brimming over
with all the love
that is destined
to flow our way
even the kind
that defies description
will forever be
the singularity.

We are alive
the ink is still drying
on this page
there are choruses
yet to be sung
love is
open
come in
out of the cold.

A TYPE OF LOVE THAT MAKES ME TYPE IN ALL CAPS
A TYPE OF LOVE THAT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE AN ED SHEERAN SONG
A TYPE OF LOVE THAT HAS ME SINGING IN THE SHOWER AGAIN
A TYPE OF LOVE THAT I TALK ABOUT TOO MUCH
A TYPE OF LOVE THAT IS MORE THAN JUST BUTTERFLIES IN MY STOMACH