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Leo Janowick Mar 2019
I want to be the one you come to with your troubles
So that I can comfort you in your fears
I want to be the one you tell your dreams to
So that I can help make them come true
I want to be the one that causes you to smile
So that you have a smile in every one of your days

I want to be the one that holds you when you cry
So that you know that I care
I want to be the one you trust completely
So that you know you can tell me anything
I want to be the one you call your lover
So that I can hold you close at night

I want to be the one that knows how to please you
So that all your pleasures can be fulfilled
I want to be the one you give your love to
So that I can know how your love feels every day
I want to be the one you spend your life with
So that I can wake up to your beauty each and every day

More than anything that I am trying to say is
I want you
Leo Janowick Mar 2019
Write one page a day
  Only 300 words....

And in a year,
   You've have written

a Novel....
Leo Janowick Mar 2019
The ink is ready
  The pen is set
     The book is open
         The paper is fresh..

Now sit back
  And watch

As she comes back
  To life
Leo Janowick Mar 2019
To someone who's tired of trying to be okay.

You aren't perfect, nobody is.
Please do not be afraid to climb mountains
and shout how much you hate everything that's happening.
It helps a lot.
If you don't feel like smiling then please don't.
If there's already so many tears to bear
behind that sparkling eyes of yours
then please cry, you have to.
It's okay not to be okay.
You've done enough bravery so far.
I know everything ***** already.
Everything's so painful that you cannot see
even a tiny light through this dark tunnel.
I know you feel alone and lonely
and broken and helpless.
You don't have to show them you're fine because you're not.
Lastly, tell the world how broken you are.
Let them know.
It's not like being happy changes everything after all.
Be nice to yourself.
You only have you.
Leo Janowick Mar 2019
rainy days with hot chocolate
curled up on the bed
a mess of blankets and pillows
with my head on your chest
and your arms around me
I know I'm cared for

busy days bustling by
quick kisses of 'hi' and 'goodbye'
morning coffees
evening night in
with take outs and chick flicks
I know I'm secured

quiet Sunday mornings
lazy day, pajama days
week-long hustles
Friday fun days
sweet, crazy Saturdays
every single day with you
I know I'm loved

and yet
the movie nights with take outs
became movie night and take out without me
the lazy days in sweats with pizzas
became lazy days without me
the everyday, lovely day
became every day without me

it's not that you're deeply flawed
or you're never enough
it's not that you're not worth everything
or that you're the not best love anyone could ever ask for
because it's quite the opposite really

it's because your love is so profound
so warm and perfect
it does not deserve to be given
to some half-assed complicated mess
with chips and scratches and broken parts

its because you deserve the best
you should want the best
and you will find that someone
but it isn't gonna be me
Leo Janowick Mar 2019
Oh from afar, I saw you pursue
the heart of the woman - for since her father died - you knew
Your love was like fire
that consumes
so greedy, so lonely, it's taking all of you.
Lurking in the night, oh my grieving Phantom,
saw you give in to the dark
just to let her
shine among the shadows.
And every little word
and every curve of your letters,
every tune of your music,
and every message of your symphony
All for the fuel of her wings and glory.
And when she sang for Raoul,
a crumbled rose, an out of tune
your soul lost the little hope
that I wanted for you.
And now, won't you be
my own Angel of Music
or perhaps I can be
the Angel you wanted to be.
Oh, won't you look at your back
and see my secret love.
We'll make a new song of light and dark,
of betrayal and a new spark
Let me see the dark in your eyes,
those lonely sights behind your mask,
those desires for a happy life
Let me sing
your broken songs
of loss
of pain
of longing
as I mend your shattered dreams
and bruised bones
and we'll make a new song
of chances
of embraces
of me - seeing and loving you.
And as Raoul was bound to love her
when he heard her sing,

I was and am bound to love you
when I heard you cried,
Erik.

The one that loves you,
Leo Janowick Mar 2019
With innocent eyes
and lustful
        fingertips  

she begged me
to drip  
words down her throat
             like honey
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