if something good

can come out of all this pain

maybe it'll be worth it

but also

maybe it won't
  
either way

i'm absolutely certain  

it is the reason

I'm here

please forgive my optimism,
im aware this is a dark place.
is the world going to ****,
are we going to be okay.

I have not much more i want to say,
yet so much more that I need too.
should I be silent today,
should tomorrows words be allowed to bleed through.

forgive me for my optimism.
I know what you are going through.

What is this desire?
I am in a washing machine being spun around in mixed feelings

You bring out the most joyful moments in my life, yet I feel the most sorrow when I think I am losing you

Even though I'm hurting inside, a part of me that was once a pitch black, empty abyss has now been lit with a fire greater than a thousand suns

You light my desires,
You light my *destiny

I’m sick and tired of
Being very sick and tired
But things could be worse