Loud pounding in my head.
As I lay lifeless in my bed.
with the thoughts of what was said.
How can love grow
if hate is constantly fed?

I changed into a little set of lingerie when I got home, a blush pink mini dress, and I shook a little extra while doing the dishes. Our very first Valentine’s living together. We didn’t go out on a fancy dinner but we stayed home and cooked.  I have daydreamed about every holiday to live with you, but this one is more special than I ever thought.
You didn’t give me any flowers, but you bought me my favorite snacks and you made us some yummy salsa while I prepared the food. We were high on love, and a little something extra. It was fun, it felt like home. These are the moments that are better than my daydreams.
I never get tired of falling in love with you. My Valentine.

My undying love for you is what nightmares are made of. I often compare you to the dark...

Darkness can be scary.
Darkness makes you look both ways.
Darkness makes you paranoid.

But darkness like you Martin.

Your Darkness makes stars shine brighter.
Your Darkness adds thrills into my life.
Your Darkness casts a shadow over my heart.
And never do I want to escape your darkness.

He would make me confess my fears and used them as amo if I tried to leave.
He would draw the bad blood out of me and then drink it. Then say no one else would do that for me.

Why are things easier said than done?
We get trapped in the thought of what could be.
Then when it doesn't happen we feel numb.
Thinking
"Why does this happen to me?"
I will not remain in the labyrinth that is my mind.

I   Will   Set   Free

Your dark, dark eyes light up my whole existence. There is a fire in them that should scare me but instead  I am like a moth to a flame.
The fire has transferred into my heart and it flickers at the thought of you.