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You're so blind to your own inner self
I know the haze of my love will do little to alter that,
But I am ready, and willing, to wait with you.
I can only play therapist for so long though.
We all have demons, and yours seem to be spewing through the spaces in your mind that aren't locked down or boarded up.
Kisses and hand-holding are only painkillers, they don't solve it all
An angel with an evil past, and a demon that sees beauty is an odd combination, but we make it work.
Stuttered apologies fall on deaf ears as we mend the faultering eye contact between us.
I want to hold you and kiss your troubled mind until your eyes open to see what I can clearly gaze upon. The mutuality of beauty is something best shared.
Bringing myself to watch you cry pains my soul.
A piece of me crumbles into the abyss as your delicate tears fall, and you try and brush them away and act like you're living without suffering.
I can almost smell the cold dampness of your emotions with the extent that you feel them at.
Let me hold you once more without struggle or tears, just let me hold you for the sake of being held.
Life dealt you a bad hand, and the world is unjust, but I hope you know that you are a being of biblical proportions.
You are beautiful and light and everything lovely.
With my last breath, I hope to utter my final goodbye with you by my side.
Wishing for a betterness you cannot provide, as you are already the best variation of yourself.
Deprication gets you nowhere, so I will wait with you at the bus stop of sorrow, and move along through this journey with you.
You cannot travel alone, especially in this climate and in the state you're in.
I will carry you all the way home even if I am battered and bleeding out.
You are the one that has stolen my heart, and I have stolen yours.
Thick as thieves, you and I.
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