he likes neck kisses and being called "sweetheart."
he drinks milk when he eats peanut butter,
offer to pour it for him.
he loves pugs and his dog, ******.
if you're not best friends with ****** by the first month,
you're doing something wrong.
when he tells you you're beautiful,
it is easier to just agree.
when he takes you home,
allow plenty of time to say goodnight (he takes forever).
he hates crunchy peanut butter.  
he'll give you his jackets and hug you until you stop crying.
if you watch lord of the rings with him, bring kleenex.
know and understand star wars references or you're *******.
he is an incredible writer.
he'll buy you lots of things for christmas,
do not try to compensate.

if he isn't the best boyfriend you've ever had,
you're not giving him enough credit.
love him, he deserves it.

and i kinda hope you never exist,
because i'm not done loving him yet
and i don't think i ever will be.

Tryin to Protect self
Whilst you Project self
When you should just Accept self

Your tough upbringing does not justify your actions or disrespect towards me.

I am not to blame.

You look at me with pity, your words are spitting out mockery.

I'm saddened by what you believe.

I tried to believe what you believe.

But I'm not you, I will never be you, I don’t want to be you.

You’re blinded by the truths behind my wall of lies.

You’re weak and you need someone to control.

I'm merely your living breathing  journal, I'm leaving you in despair.

If you were mine your papers will easily turn to ashes.

You are ignorant and unaware.

You are not to blame.

You had your fair share of tragedies.

I will spend my lifetime not telling you what I am.

Your expectations, I won’t live up to.

I am what you don’t want me to be.

I'm protecting you from my mistakes.

I'm an impostor and time is my enemy, as someday all of me will unfold.

My parents
Tell me to look upward
To find god
My therapist
Tells me to look inward
To find a cause
So I'm left here
Answering every multiple choice question
With "C guys, I'm fine"
Because it's easier to pretend
That life is perfect
Than deal with the fact that their efforts are worthless

I went to the cemetery with you
I saw the frost hug the caskets of the loved buried deep below
I saw the the tombstones stare at you
The one source of light
How could the dead seem so alive?
The hill screamed Crimson
Yet you smiled back Gold
The cold in our entwined fingers
The warmth in our searching hearts.
The snow settled softly.
On a thousand possible directions with the same destination.
I saw the cemetery in you.

A part of me wants you to say my name,
Just as innocent as can be,
As in the way to grab my attention.
Just to start a conversation with me.

But a hungry part of me wants to hear you moan my name.
As you did im the past,
Just as it was back during summer,
God those days went by too fast.