To be an intellectual, you have to see in tells you act.
Pieces of my character dissipate as I get played.
I grow tired of this act, as I wish to be the lead.
So, i rewrite my script and forge my own story.
I overcome and stand on my own.
Thinking for myself until my final curtain.
Despair being a better teacher than love.
You took pieces of me.
I just want to be whole again.

Tears roll down your face.
My heart begins a sudden pace.
I feel the air leave the room.
The light becomes gloom.
All shreds of happiness dissipate.
My mind begins to decimate.
All options of how to react.
My body tightens and contracts.
Then you smile.
And suddenly life seems worth while.

You are everything to me.
You are the air that I breathe.
You are my joy.
Even when you are coy.
You are the love that I feel.
You are what I needed to heal.
You are my feet when I cannot stand.
You are my world because I am but a man.
You are every detail of the plan.
You are sanity when the world is crazy.
You are my motivation if I feel lazy.
You are who I want to make memories with.
You are my love sealed with a kiss.
You are my foundation when my world falls apart.
You are who I trust with my heart.
You are my world, my life, my everything and more.
You are.