I’d spill my own guts if it meant you were happy for a moment more

I don’t have passion for a lot of things in life, I left most of it in the pill bottle I tried to empty into my mouth a year ago. But this woman, the woman of my dreams managed to pull some of it out and put it back inside me

I’ve danced with her I’ve painted with her, I’ve loved her, I’ve felt like a person again with her, I’ve sobbed into her shoulder about things important and not and whenever I’m apart I sob while texting her. I can’t imagine myself as a person that much anymore I feel like it’s left me I only want too live for the love of my life, I’ve been told it’s unhealthy and I know it is but it’s the only thing that keeps me going, that makes me feel like a person

I’d gladly kill myself if it meant she was happy if it meant she didn’t have to hurt ever again I owe my life to her and the words I say will never be enough even if I could read them too her 

Marisol my love, I wish nothing but the best for you and I’d give anything to be with you during your happiest and saddest, please live for me