I do not just want you at your best.I almost do not carewhere your Happiness lives,but please,let me visit your pain? Take me to the placewhere your sadness goes,and show me the tragedythat no one knows.

..Breaking yet budding,dying yet living - standingamongst ruins and rage,reaching for possibilitiesplaying hard to get.

And someday,when the partiesdon’t dazzle you anymore,and when the alcohol failsto amuse your senses,come to me. We’ll lie on the grass,stare at the stars,and talk about Life. Maybe I will become the Momentyou rediscover yourself again.

I see that you are heartlessly clever.For you know how to Love,but not Forever. You still return to me in flashes,so strong it clouds my Mind.The fire has turned to ashes,and yet, you’re not behind.

I want topeel away all the labelsI had once given to othersand place themupon the fabricof my own identity. They have reflected back to me,everything that I refuseto See in myself.

Of everythingI have ever endured,YOUareMy Favourite Tragedy.