Tell me I’m precious like the expensive jewelry you always tend to keep safe. Tell me you love me so that I don’t have to wonder where your heart truly lies. Tell me you need me so I feel like I belong instead of unwanted. Tell me you’ll be there even on my darkest days because I get depressed a lot and need a friendly face. Tell me you understand that I need time during those days instead of saying that you don’t care. Tell me I’m beautiful so I can see the beauty in me.
There are times we lose ourselves in the process of trying to fit in and please everyone. There are times we lose ourselves when we try to change who we truly are. Then there are times when we lose ourselves just because we do not know who we are. Lost in a world where everyone is mainly focused on themselves, only a few are willing to lend you a hand on your journey. But sometimes even those that we think are genuine, are leeches behind screens, sucking you dry as you move along.
That moment you finally edited a piece of writing and it is so perfect that it makes you cry but then you lose it.
It is raining on your face, it is raining on me. What can I do to make it all stop? I want to see that beautiful smile on your face. I want yo hear you say you love me and that you always will, even just to cheer me up.
You said you loved me but you went and did something you should not have done. You watch me like I am your prey and you are my hunter.
I love you, can you believe it? I love someone and that someone is you.
She’s tired of faking laughs and faking smiles to seem half okay when all she is, is gone. So far gone that she's dead, so freaking dead that the only thing that keeps her alive is the sound of her dead brother's voice and his image but now she doesn't remember any of it so she's denigrating. There’s no one to save her and she can't even save herself, so she waits for death to realize its mistake. She waits for death to undo it, undo its mistake or give her a chance to hear her sweet brother’s voice again and remember what he looks like. She waits because that's all that’s left to do.
"I wonder if you remember me the way I remember you. Baby soft hands and velvety lips. My sunrise in my tsunami of feelings."
Baby, what didn't you understand? Do you want me to explain everything again? Do you want me to go over it all because I will if it means having you back? I want my heart to beat in sync with yours, I want to hold you close and dance the night away. I want to kiss your lips until they are blood-red, I want to tell you I love you until my lips fall off; but most of all, I just want you back in my life, belonging to me and only me.