What am I supposed to do when my heart begins to break at the thought of you.

I am scared. Scared of losing you. Scared that I may have already lost you. Scared that things will never be the same between us. My heart aches at the thought of you gone from my life. I'm sorry it took so long for me to realize what you meant to me. I understand if you hate me for it. My mind and heart are forever too late. Too late in feeling, and too late in knowing.

I'm sat here in ruins.
Ruins of the earth, and ruins of myself.
Which one is worse? I cannot yet tell.

Your comfort is too comfortable.
Suffocating even.
I need air to breathe,
but the box you hold me in is as solid as the love you say you have for me.

Not quite black, not quite blue, but more of a hue in between. Sprinkled with glitter, oh how it shimmers at a glance.

Let it out, let it go.
Like a breath. In. Then out. Then gone.
Let it out, let it go.
You can't keep holding them in. The screams. The pain. The tears.
Let it out, let it go.
You're only going to hurt more bottling everything up the way you do.
Let it out, let it go.
The words. The silence. The heart, mind, and soul.
Let it out, let it go.
The tears need to fall. The screams need to be loosed. The pain needs to be shown.
Let it out, let it go.
The words need to be heard. The silence needs to be heard. The heart, mind, and soul needs to be freed.
Let it out, let it go.
Out of the bottle and into the wind.

Love is a terribly beautiful thing. It has the ability to build you up and then tear you down without a moments notice. Despite all the hurt love can cause, you should never be afraid of it. Love is worth the risk of being hurt.