You told me you'd love me through the storm but as the sun began to disappear with the clouds, so did you. I never claimed to be a sunny day but I'm not a hurricane either. You made it seem as if I was causing havoc and tearing down houses. There were days where the clouds almost swallowed me whole and the rain couldn't seem to stop but you said it wasn't anything you couldn't handle. I used to be a sunny day with flowers sprouting and birds singing but there are things in life that change us and shape us into something different than what we once were. **** it, I just wanted you to stay. With each strike of lighting, I remember how it felt when you first kissed me. With each clap of thunder, I remember how it felt when you walked away. But don't you worry, I'm going to find someone to love me through the storm. Someone that doesn't run away at the sight of lighting. Someone that holds my hand through the thunder. I used to think I was too much for you but you weren't enough for me. This was never about me. Love isn't supposed to be a sunny day--it's a storm. But if you stick around through the difficult times, you'll get to see the sun peek through the clouds.

This veneer of civilization
So vexatious in its impression.

Words adroit, adept, artificial,
So artful is the communication.

Gestures gentle soft, controlled,
So measured is the emotion

Visage serene, cool, pliant
So unfazed is the digression.

Eyes moist, weary, weathered,
Yet sensible is the suppression.

Thoughts random running havoc,
Yet accepted is the discretion.

Emotions roiling seething simmering
Yet artificial is the expression.

This veneer of civilization
Such progressive regression

I am a fragment
of a broken home,
parents that were
never meant for
one another
but tried their best
to love as if
they were.
They tried to
hold it together
for us kids
but life could never
be what we wanted
it to be.

I am a fragment
of my demons,
the voice
in my head
that tells me
over and over again,
"you're not enough."
There are some days
where that voice
feels greater
than my own
and I almost want to
give in.

I am a fragment
of failed relationships.
You told me I was
"too much."
It felt like daggers
in my chest
and suddenly
I couldn't breathe.
Since then,
I have always felt
I've needed to hold
myself back
and not drown in love.

I am a fragment
of the hell I've
been through.
It wasn't easy
to get to where
I am today.
My journey was
a little ragged,
not a straight shot...
but I'm still
standing tall and
going through
this thing we call
life.

I'm a fragment
of the songs
I've played
over and over again.
Some to block out
the pain,
the tears.
Others to reach
a state of nostalgia,
in an attempt
to go back to moments
I wished to relive.

I am a fragment
of those I surround
myself with.
The constant encouragement,
the kind words,
the shoulders to lean on,
the ability to understand
why I'm like this.
Where would I be
without it?

I am a fragment
of the books I've read.
The lines I underlined
to come back to again,
the characters I saw
a piece of myself in,
the events I read about
that hit home
a little too hard.

I am a fragment
of my flaws,
my mistakes,
my imperfections.
They've eaten me alive
for most of my life
but I am beginning
to come to terms
with them.
I am seeing
the beauty I once
refused to see
within them.

I am a fragment
of my emotions.
They were always
valid and real
despite those who
tried to convince me
otherwise.
The smiles and laughs
were just as significant
as the screams and tears.
I tell myself,
"you were never crazy...
you were just figuring
yourself out."

I am a fragment
of love.
Those that I loved,
those that never
loved me.
The times that
love evoked
happiness,
the times that
love caused me
pain.
It's all the same
when you think
about it.
It was all for,
love.

I am a fragment
of the woman
I was and
the woman I am.
I didn't always
love myself like this
but god, I'm glad I
now do...
because this is something
that can never be
taken away from me.

To have
Your heart broken
Means someone
Took advantage
Of your love

I don't write to pretend i'm deep,
I just am

Its weird
that I still think
about you
   and
it makes me
feel weak.
Its worse
because
I find myself
missing the
   oddest things.
Like
   your mom
   your shirts
   how you held my hand
   the curve of your nose
and
    the way you like to run.
Its things like these,
the obscure
annoying things,
that keep me
     missing you.

I'd like to sit and explain all this to you
Maybe buy you a drink if that's cool
I don't mean any harm, I'm a quiet guy
I just want you to know I'm really shy
So if I seem to stumble with my words
Just understand this is hard for me

I've been trying to figure out what to say
Wasn't even sure if I was worth your time
Seeing you makes what was bad, a better day
All I'm asking is for you to hear me out
Your pretty blue eyes and long blonde hair
Makes me wish I was the guy you're taking home

Hangin' in the bed of the truck, cool summer night
Nobody but us, and George Strait on the radio
With a six pack, blanket, and a clear Midwest sky
Just talking and doing whatever we **** well please
I'm in love with you darling, it may not seem that way
But I'm crazy about you, I'd love to be with you every day

Just a moment of your time, is all I'm asking
Don't need anything more, nothing less
Just hear me out, then you can walk away
But do me a favor, be honest, don't lie to me
If you can say you're not feeling this, that's okay
But if you do, always remember I just wanna be with you