Reminder:
It's better to be losing her in books
than losing her to someone else.

a.g

The things that
She asked for
She never got

But the things that
God gave her
Was all she ever needed

there's always been something about her,
something that I know has been breathing life into my decrepit soul from the moment we met.
she carefully takes my bitterly realistic view of my world and changes it into something so beautiful,
I no longer recognize it as my own.
she's revealed to me such possibility,
such wonder and adventure--
it's the way she sees this delicacy in every human being that makes them so beautiful to her.
and it's her presence,
the mere fact that she's remained by my side despite my often dark demeanor,
that is slowly beginning to brighten the world around me, allowing me to see things I couldn't before--
to see this beauty, this delicacy of this life and the possibilities of the future

Sometimes
I wish I was a leaf
so I could always feel
the rain
the sun
and
when I felt like it
I could break free
and play in the wind

Sometimes
I wish I was a flower
so I could always see the stars
and get kisses from butterflies

Sometimes
I wish I was a bird
so I could sing all day
so I could soar high in the sky
so I could finally touch a bit of cloud fluff
and then
when I felt like it
I could fly somewhere new

Sometimes
I wish
I was anything
but me