You are the one. You play that part. In your hands lies my beating heart. It is yours to have. It is yours to hold. It is yours to keep as eternity grows.
Late night honesty. Here's the thought my demons bring: I love you with every fiber of my being, but sometimes I fear I can't love you in the way you need.
I will dance with you, though I am no dancer. I will sing to you, though I am no singer. I will write for you, though I am no poet. All because I am yours.
The thing about silence is there's love there if you listen. Just me and you. A book or two. A simple afternoon. Words left unspoken and the quiet sharing truths.
Just trying to survive. This isn't how to live. But at least I made it home alive. She didn't make it home. And he didn't make it home... So it is hard to breathe, you know