You are worth my ego
being brushed against her limits
You are worth me swallowing
my fear so I can smile and be content
You are worth my small and painful
failures for me to try and try again
you are worth all my mistakes
that have bruised your heart
and weighed heavy on my soul
you are worth each regret to wish
I could and what if I just
you are worth every awkward start
to our failed endings
you are worth every wish i ruin
and every hope I waste
you are worth each knife i bare
that cuts us both to the bone
you are worth every mean word i spit
and try to swallow back just as quickly
you are worth every time i feel nothing
but the truth and smallness of our love
you are worth every corner of my soul
that you stretch and break
you are worth everything
you are worth everything
you are worth everything
_______________________





love has made me unable to write
to strike me dumb and strike me numb
wanting nothing but to sit in this drug
on some acid trip of illusion and reality
waiting for the high to end
waiting for the addiction to begin
Love marries hope and doubt
tangles faith and fear
moving forward with shuffling feet
open arms with sword in hand
just in case
just in case
love gives clarity to confusion
or is that the other way around?
how should I know? Should I care?
I am wrapped in clouds
that say don't look down
and down I go into errors of my way
looking up for you
love is painful in that way
that pains me to part
with what I thought was my whole
love is harsh like when you
say you love me and i wince
just a bit before tasting the sweetness
of truth
love is a will and a fate
made of its own
it asks not from us but takes
like a child of the milk of a mother
who would give it freely and no
need for teeth
love is vile in that it makes
us sickly sweet and I am ashamed
of my sweetness
love is merciful
and with that I pause to take
it in within myself
here i love a second time around
not with an innocent eye that throws
the word forever like it has
some expiration date of use
but forever in the way i
know it's a fragile finite word
and yet i give it in limitless
love is forgiving me of my
trash talking hate filled poems
of how love has done me wrong
and she is vengeful
for now i sing her praises
and am a slave to her whim