A poem I wrote forever ago that lowkey kinda goes hard... I think??

My reasons for writing are simple:

I cannot sing.

But a smile from you is worth the death of a multitude of stars. 

So, in an act of selflessness but self preservation of my pride,

I have chosen to open to you my heart without my voice cracks and disharmoniouse chords, though I guess it matters not,

Due to my already-present lack of perfection. 

Perfection...

The unattainable goal, a standard to which we all are held, to which we all have failed. 

But you, darling, have blinded me in a perfect attempt at failing.

We may never get it all right, but to fail is to love once we stand again. 

I bask in,

I cry in,

I hide in,

And rest my sorrows and my heart in,

The glory of the shadow of

The near-attainable-perfection, 

The BEAUTY,

Of a girl,

A hero in my tragedy of Shakespearean proportions...

I find you.... profound,

The stars are now shades, you dim the pain and the anguish and the grief,

An opiate with no suggested use,

In a world of sick, a pain pill prescribed by...

Universal beings

that have been imagined and brought forth by the sheer passion shared through each other's chests,

Joint at the skin,

In a hotel room,

With a bag of regrets,

Longing for togetherness,

And oreo cookies and video game currencies. 

I cannot sing. 

But, by God, I can love,

And in a way that is specific to my gift, 

I will fail and hurt and bleed,

But I will drag my tattered soul,

Black and blue,

Sobbing in loss,

All the way through the twilight,

Into a vision of our plans for the future,

And I will change the world.

So will you. 

And we will love. 

And maybe I'll take some singing lessons. 

Cus... I cannot sing.