Here we are.
What a beautiful mess, you and I.
This chaos full of the highest of all ups,
And lowest of all downs.
I am willing to feel every burn,
To feel every inch of bliss
And equally, every degree of its flame
Just to savor every bit of you.
And when that dying time comes,
Know that every word is yours.
Every word is important.
Every word is true.
Every word is about you.
All I have ever written,
Penned from the inner recesses of my very being.
My words bravely uniting from the confidence of what this little heart feels,
From the sureness of my emotions,
A conviction only true love can say.
Why can't we just fall in love, you and I?
Why can't we live while we are still alive?