You. You. You. You. I could fill page after page with that one word and it would mean more than any sinister and twisting prose I’ve ever written before. You. Now it’s the only thing my pen wants to write when I set it to paper; the only thing that matters. I can’t believe that I’ve wasted so much time with metaphors and weaving syntax, trying to invent the words that could ever possibly begin to describe how I’ve felt inside my entire life, when all this time it could be summed up so easily with a single, perfect word. You. You’re everything. You’re going to change me. You’ve already begun. You and I. You and I. We were made for each other, did you know that? I’ve had time for a lot of thinking, staring at a blank expanse of the wall and mulling over all my misfortunes and glaring stupidities, and the one logical conclusion that I was able to draw was that you and I belong together. Whether it was God, or destiny, or even natural equilibrium, whatever, something made the both of us with the intention that we should find one another. I was given a head full of words and a heart full of woes, and you’ve got the voice to sing and soothe them. I’m the dark to your light and you’re everything I’m not, but it’s okay because that’s how it was meant to be. They even carved out our bodies so we’d slide perfectly into one another, just so. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I love you.
‘cause you’re just damage control for a walking corpse like me, like you.
A scattered dream that’s like a far-off memory. A far-off memory that’s like a scattered dream. I want to line the pieces up - yours and mine.
But i’ll wait. I can’t leave those beautiful eyes. I know you’re sorry. I know what you must be going through & I feel sorry for you.
you're not as brave as you were at the start.
rate yourself and rape yourself, take all the courage you have left.
It's wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head.
We might not have any money, but we’ve got our love to pay the bills.
I won’t suffer, be broken, get tired, or wasted, surrender to nothing, or give up what I started and stopped from end to beginning. A new day is coming, and I am finally free.