I don’t know when this started.
I don’t know when this will end
I think it was somewhere between the Christmas lights and the letters.
But I’m afraid of my family.
As I should be.
As I should be?
I’m not sure anymore.
Maybe I’m just better off writing songs for people who care.

You, darling, mean the world to me.
Your comforting touch sends my fears away.
Your loving smile makes the world feel brighter.
Your stunning eyes make me feel so ******* lucky to be loved by you.
You are a Taylor Swift concert in the backseat of a car,
and you have a childish fun that I need in this grown up life.
I love you is an understatement for how I feel for you,
but sometimes saying “I love you” is the best that I can do.

When the world was split in two I dug my nails into the earth and pulled the continents together so we wouldn’t drift apart.
When the sky was crashing down I put my palms against the clouds and I pushed up with all my strength just to win over your heart.
When the sun faded out and we were left in the dark I set my poems and writings on fire just to keep you from the cold.
When the thunder woke you up and the lightning burned the forest I played you all of my songs to protect you and gave you safety to uphold.
When the world was quickly ending I tried my best to keep you safe, but you never seemed to want me. You pushed my help away.