Prove to me that love still exists
Show me that I'm worthy for love
Let me hold you and tell you stories
Share me your most passionate dream
Convince me that you're worth the wait
Please don't let my heart continue to break

My mind is full of anxiety and frustration
I promise my heart that this is different
Let me know that I'm not making a mistake
For all I ever wanted was to be with you
Going down this lonely road with you by my side
I hope you see the love I have for you, deep inside

These lonely nights, they get so old and restless
Drinking cheap whiskey, to chase away the pain
Peeling back old memories, that refuse to go away
Holding out for a little bit longer, to be with you
Feelings so strong, they will never let go
If you only knew, how much I love you so

Trying to move on, finding someone new
I've tried over a dozen times, I lost count
But when I see them all flop on their ***
I find myself coming back to you, nobody else
There's something I cannot describe
You keep me in check and help me get by

There are nights when I can't sleep, I think of you
Thoughts race through my mind, like a wild fire
I cannot get over you, it's just too **** strong
Please help me understand what I'm feeling
I'm just feeling so guilty, what I'm doing is wrong
For all I want in life, more than anything, is to love you

is something I wish someone would have said when I was falling through the depths of hell and my spirit was being burned over and over again and my voice was eroding while they cast my pain aside and took my power away so they could feel comfortable. they forced me to stuff the feelings deep within my heart and look perfect for the pictures so they could feel comfortable. they kept pushing me more and more, even though every cell in my body was joining forces to keep me from falling apart, so they could be comfortable. my body and mind were wrung out and tattered, and I thought the only way out was to do it myself. i would have given anything for them to say "I'm worried about her" and actually DO something about it. but they wouldn't have been comfortable with that, would they?

He looked around
is it my socks? They are lost but found.
Is it my room? It is the place where I hold my ground.
Is it my dog? He's everything but a hound.
For there was a rotten smell,
Oh, it is growing from the left where the hearts dwell!

He looked inside
Is it the unforgiven mistakes? He stayed sorry and, he cried.
Is it love? He waits resolutely till, denied.
Is it the vices, envy, distrust & their kin? He fights them till they hide.
As the stench got closer.
Oh, somehow it broke and, the clots give out the odour.

He took it in his hands,
the fragile thing came off, like drool from the glands
trying to mend the dark-pink, swift and, soft like mink
he should be delicate while it expands
and don't stretch too much of its worn-out bands
there's nothing but to try till he stands.

Love my friend is subjective
for some, it is objective

As it starts with infatuation
ends with celebration sometimes
but mostly hides in the broken hearts
of the pessimistic and optimists alike
For some, it is a turning point
for some, it is a joke
but who understands it the most?
One whose heart broke?
Or who has got so much of it to boast?
For me its a ghost
haunts me the most
when times are tough
road is rough

Also, love is a feeling.
Of each breath of your lover
so carefully being noted
that you can never forget
it is a tough bet
that you let this emotion rest
it is a test.

Wrestling with the unknown
Is it healthy?
Not really because you worry yourself,
driving yourself insane.
But it’s something about figuring it all out that’s so addicting.
When will you learn that worrying about tomorrow is too much for today?
Today brings forth its own problems.

Choose to focus on the something that you can control, but ultimately choose to be happy.

it keeps me awake at night,
I try to escape but it holds me back
for all the things said and done,
I thought I could so easily run
away from it all,
but life holds you accountable
and I take full responsibility,
but it gets tiring
maybe I want to be happy
just for one day,
without having to think about
what ghost of my past
may show up tomorrow to play
for even though the days,
they come and go
as they please
without me in control,
what won't I give
to trade the dusky nightfall of yesterday
for the crack of dawn tomorrow
with that in my mind,
I try to live and grow
and I still cast a shadow,
that I may never outgrow
yet there is a light,
at the end of the tunnel
and I aspire to reach there someday,
for it may take away all the pain
and shine on like a crazy diamond.