Then it was him. A man, not a boy; a man took the time to acknowledge me, and remember all the good about me. His arrival for me was a little early, and he came at a perfect time. Our conversations led into me telling him things that I've never told anybody, things that I would not have been able to tell some of my closest friends. Then, we got to know each other a lot more. He spoke of conversation that I will never forget. Things that I loved. Things that made me wonder why I had even contemplated leaving in the first place; and why I would want to leave. It sickened me to know that I could leave such a place, with such beautiful and wonderful things; such as himself. What I saw him, he didn't see in himself. I pondered on the thought of how I could make him see, to make him realize. For he did the same. He'd spoken of things that I had never heard come out of someone else's mouth.
He simply made me feel alive; like I was worth living. Just for him, and myself. Like nothing else mattered when it came to him and I. It made me realize that there is always something you can live for. Whether it's for yourself, or for someone you love. I thought about him every single day, wondered what he was doing, wanting to hear his voice for the millionth time. I pictured him always; picturing him and his wonderful smile, like the one he made at me. His curiosity of me made me want him and love him even more than before. Yes, I love him. He is my everything, my only thing, and the one thing I want. His presence sets my heart at ease, and makes me tune out everything else in the world. As if nothing else mattered, or nothing else settled easily. Seeing his loving soul makes me want to never leave, and want to stay, only with him. Although that would be nice, I know it's too much to ask. My wishes are too much to ask, especially when it comes to a special one such as him. All I've wanted to say was I'm sorry... for wishing upon too much of you.
"Are you strong enough to stand, protecting both your heart and mine? My love has concrete feet, my love's an iron ball, wrapped around your ankles. Over the waterfall..."
I was a heavy heart to carry, and still am. There's not a doubt about that; as so he is as well. We both are. I'll wrap his heart around mine, carry both of ours. For his loving soul could never die, not while I'm here. I'm so heavy, heavy in his arms. My gratefulness of him not taking off for that reason has made me believe that he is the one. The one who makes me feel as if he's the one to make me happy; forever. I want him to stay, and I'll stay with him.
In that same bed. Where we could lie down in each other's arms, and caress each other wondering how we both even got to that point. Feel the warmth of one's body, and be grateful for the other's comfort. And as we're laying there, even though time still goes on, and there's still so much to worry about and accomplish; We'll know that everything we need, and will ever want, is right here, in each other's arms. Nothing more; nothing less. Me letting my fingers dance upon his skin, knowing that his will always be mine, and mine will always be his. Laying there, knowing we're both broken, knowing we both needed saving; we'll gather the fact that nothing can save us but ourself. So be still love, and know that I'll be here. When darkness falls upon your sleep, and robs you of your happiness, I'll be here to regain it. I'll be here to make you awaken, and realize you're okay. When fear haunts you, and shame commences towards you; I'll wrap you in my arms, lay you down, and hush you to remember the true fact; "You'll always be alright, no matter what shadows hurt you, or defeat you." If morning ever comes, if you're willing to let it come, then it shall rise upon your window, with the colors of politeness, and hope. I'm with you, and know I am here.
I'm giving up on myself, but I'll never give up on you. Never. There's no motivation in my mind that makes me want to stop, and there never will be. You're my blessing, and my one hope. I've only been missing my lover. You're all that matters to me, I'll put you in front of myself. No matter what happens, you're before anything else. I'd walk across the earth just to make you sleep safely at night, and make sure you're alright in the end.
I didn't see the beauty in the world anymore. But I did see the beauty in one thing; not in myself, my loved ones, in the art of nature, or anything like that. It was him. I saw the beauty and the wonderfulness of him for once, and it's not the last. So as I give up, I want you to know, as you know who you are. That I'm never giving up on you, as long as I live. I'll be your one, the one you want me to. I'll be what you want, as if you're happiness has awoken. I've struggled, felt small, been defeated, almost seen the clouds, and I've seen loss... it tears you. I know you hurt, and as long as you're here; I'll make it better. Say something, you're my hope. I'm sorry I couldn't reach you, for my will was weak. Whatever you may tell me, whatever it is, if it hurts, or pains you. I'll reach for you, and let you lay with me so it doesn't hurt anymore.
"Your pain is my pain, your love is my love. To tell the difference is to tell the difference between hell and heaven."
He simply made me feel alive; like I was worth living. Just for him, and myself. Like nothing else mattered when it came to him and I. It made me realize that there is always something you can live for. Whether it's for yourself, or for someone you love. I thought about him every single day, wondered what he was doing, wanting to hear his voice for the millionth time. I pictured him always; picturing him and his wonderful smile, like the one he made at me. His curiosity of me made me want him and love him even more than before. Yes, I love him. He is my everything, my only thing, and the one thing I want. His presence sets my heart at ease, and makes me tune out everything else in the world. As if nothing else mattered, or nothing else settled easily. Seeing his loving soul makes me want to never leave, and want to stay, only with him. Although that would be nice, I know it's too much to ask. My wishes are too much to ask, especially when it comes to a special one such as him. All I've wanted to say was I'm sorry... for wishing upon too much of you.
"Are you strong enough to stand, protecting both your heart and mine? My love has concrete feet, my love's an iron ball, wrapped around your ankles. Over the waterfall..."
I was a heavy heart to carry, and still am. There's not a doubt about that; as so he is as well. We both are. I'll wrap his heart around mine, carry both of ours. For his loving soul could never die, not while I'm here. I'm so heavy, heavy in his arms. My gratefulness of him not taking off for that reason has made me believe that he is the one. The one who makes me feel as if he's the one to make me happy; forever. I want him to stay, and I'll stay with him.
In that same bed. Where we could lie down in each other's arms, and caress each other wondering how we both even got to that point. Feel the warmth of one's body, and be grateful for the other's comfort. And as we're laying there, even though time still goes on, and there's still so much to worry about and accomplish; We'll know that everything we need, and will ever want, is right here, in each other's arms. Nothing more; nothing less. Me letting my fingers dance upon his skin, knowing that his will always be mine, and mine will always be his. Laying there, knowing we're both broken, knowing we both needed saving; we'll gather the fact that nothing can save us but ourself. So be still love, and know that I'll be here. When darkness falls upon your sleep, and robs you of your happiness, I'll be here to regain it. I'll be here to make you awaken, and realize you're okay. When fear haunts you, and shame commences towards you; I'll wrap you in my arms, lay you down, and hush you to remember the true fact; "You'll always be alright, no matter what shadows hurt you, or defeat you." If morning ever comes, if you're willing to let it come, then it shall rise upon your window, with the colors of politeness, and hope. I'm with you, and know I am here.
I'm giving up on myself, but I'll never give up on you. Never. There's no motivation in my mind that makes me want to stop, and there never will be. You're my blessing, and my one hope. I've only been missing my lover. You're all that matters to me, I'll put you in front of myself. No matter what happens, you're before anything else. I'd walk across the earth just to make you sleep safely at night, and make sure you're alright in the end.
I didn't see the beauty in the world anymore. But I did see the beauty in one thing; not in myself, my loved ones, in the art of nature, or anything like that. It was him. I saw the beauty and the wonderfulness of him for once, and it's not the last. So as I give up, I want you to know, as you know who you are. That I'm never giving up on you, as long as I live. I'll be your one, the one you want me to. I'll be what you want, as if you're happiness has awoken. I've struggled, felt small, been defeated, almost seen the clouds, and I've seen loss... it tears you. I know you hurt, and as long as you're here; I'll make it better. Say something, you're my hope. I'm sorry I couldn't reach you, for my will was weak. Whatever you may tell me, whatever it is, if it hurts, or pains you. I'll reach for you, and let you lay with me so it doesn't hurt anymore.
"Your pain is my pain, your love is my love. To tell the difference is to tell the difference between hell and heaven."
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