i wanted to tell you i loved you,
but the butterflies in my stomach swarmed my throat, and all the words got caught in their wings

i don't know how to do anything other than love you
even when you're the storm
pushing away shelter
i will wait for you
when you bury yourself in sadness, i will ****** my fingers and dig you out
when you can't find your self belief
i will hold your hands and love you anyway
when your mind becomes a battlefield
i will bring a sword to fight your demons

i'll become silence when there is noise
i'll be an open palm when all you can do is close your fists
i will teach you how to speak when your heart has nothing to say
and one day,  
you will die with the knowledge,
that somebody loved you,
more than she loved herself

We hide our
True selves
In the big, wide world.
But feel free
In these dark corners
To empty our hearts.
Tell those
most important
That life's all good
And confess
To these strangers
Our true thoughts.
Don't get me wrong,
I see no harm
In what we do.
But which of
Our poetical faces
Tells lies
And which
Speaks true.

Hey, I actually slept last night
It was nice
The only problem is this:

**I woke up again this morning