I am starting to acceptthat you never loved me.And it's sadbecause I don't think you seehow beautiful you are to me.Your face was the lightthat chased away the shadows,every nightmare, every fear.But you burned out and nowI'm learning to be afraidof the dark once again.

I said I love youwhen what I meant to say was"I’m afraid of being alone."I said I need youwhen what I meant to say was"I need to learn how to love myself.

You wanted to see the world. And yet, all I want is to see you.

You are neither coffee nor tea,you are just the right amount ofwhatever it is I’m trying to find.

Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.

God is such a cruel godfor making you so wonderful,and for making me so weak.

I envythe cup of coffeethat getsto kissyour sleepy lipsawakeevery cold andbitter morning.

I hate early mornings.But I love waking up with you.

I ache for you.