I wrote you a note at 5 am,
you read it,
with no reply.
Before you left you asked for a picture of the two of us.
I made a joke and we laughed through the pictures.
But all that I could think about was
how it felt to have your arm around me.
It was holding me,
as I held you.
I wish I could go back to that moment,
but it's gone.
When we said our goodbyes,
it hurt so much.
I wanted to tell you so many things,
but time was running out.
I hugged you so many times,
you thought it was strange.
As soon as you walked away,
my heart felt empty;
I missed your presence already.
We touched hands as you drove away
in that big green van.
I ran after you,
as did other friends.
But you were gone.
I can still see your eyes gazing into mine,
and your oh so sweet smile;
but you're gone.
Nowhere to be seen.
When it comes to fire
Within my arms
I will crash and burn and rebuild myself
Because I am
Because I was
And because I have yet to become someone else
All that I can be
All that I wasn't
All that I do is because I must
Its not owned by this
The want or wont
But because I will regret it if I don't
Under the cold ambient night sky
My senses run wild
Having tasted it
I want more
I crave no others
Is this selfish?
To want this warmth flow over my skin
To have those arms around me each day
Do i delude myself, like i always do
Or do i let the fire burn in the winter snow?
I saw two butterfly flying side by side when all I can do is watching.
I think why those butterflies flying around in joy when all I can do is watching?
I wanna fly too.
fly straight to your arms.
hold me until I feel there's no use for flying because your arms is enough to make me believe I'm already flying
You gave me your eyes
With which I saw your past
Both the love and hate you have endured
And the wisdom you obtained
You gave me your hair
With which I saw the years you have lived
And the damage done to your soul
You gave me your arm
With which I saw the strength you have gained
And the lengthy scars that cut deeper than the flesh
You gave me your heart
With which I saw your shattered pieces taped together
I saw the pain that strained your vulnerable heart
But most of all I saw your ability to love after all of the heartache
Your honor is written on my arm,
It walks with me through every day.
Beside and through the sharpest thorns,
Your ink will never be stripped away.
Engraved within, beneath my skin,
Your color my veins a certain way.
For you are the honor upon my arm,
And on my arm there you will stay.
I told him I was fine,
But then he looked at me and said:
"If you're going to do that,
Then I want you to take my arm,
and cut as many times
you would yourself",
I stared in disbelief.
Told him I couldn't,
Couldn't cause him such harm.
Then I suddenly froze
Struggled to breathe, struggled to speak.
Lost feeling all the way through my toes.
In that moment, I saw it,
Deep in his eyes.
I finally understood.
And I stopped telling lies.