i’m scared to let you down sometimes, when i think about the years that i’ve given away to the people that are no longer here— there’s not a word created that can explain this story out, so i got it tatted on my wrist. on the days that i can’t sleep, she stays up all night and talks to me. to the emotions and the silliness— i wish that we had more time, i wish that i had more reasons to be happy. i’m trying to write something happy, but nothing is coming out. she looks up at the sky and let the stars fall back into place, every constellation telling another tale about what was and what it isn’t. you let your life be defined by hope, so when i write with you i find peace. i learned a thousand things just by reading through your soul. 1. things don’t last forever, so enjoy it while we’re still here. 2. strangers make the best of friends, you always knew how to listen. 3. your heart was meant to be broken, how will you grow if it doesn’t? 4. cuts don’t last forever, but the scars still hurt the same. 5. love has a thousand faces, you should listen closely to what people say to you. 6. poetry is the rawest form of expression, you’re a gentle breeze when i need you to be. 7. everything is going to be alright as long as you’re still here tomorrow. 8. doing drugs while it’s late feels great, but it doesn’t last forever. you still have to answer every question when you wake up sober. 9. pain means that we’re growing. 10. writing replaces breathing once you’ve ran out of words to say. i’m really trying to change and you’re always here— proof that if you’re in need of a miracle, it does happen. i often feel lost and lately i’ve been depressed, i know that it’s not always roses and shit, but i still cling onto the softer side of life. she is the ocean and i’m just a wave waiting to return to the shore. i keep my goodbyes away from you, i keep my hellos close by. i’m scared of my thoughts and i know that it worries you from time to time, but as long as i’m here by tomorrow— things will be just fine. darling, if my heart was split in two, you’d be the sewing needle and the silk. darling, if my soul is broken, you’d be my beaming light waiting for the raging seas to return to a time when calm was in sight. you stretch out my fingers and you read my eyes— if i make it through today, everything’s going to be alright. there’s no point in faking your emotions, just be who you need to be. run away from yourself long enough and you’ll forget how to get home. i think that’s why i love her— she is a constant reminder that home isn’t a place and it isn’t a person. home is when you are experiencing freedom. you don’t judge me for who i am, you accept me for who i have been, and that’s why i’m still here. your acceptance and patience has healed me in too many ways for me to even start counting. so when i breathe– the ripping and the pausing of my lungs, they say your name. so when i’m writing and the ink never stops, you’re never too far.
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