Our love

Our love doesn't complete us,

For we are both perfect and imperfect in our own ways.

Our love makes people look at me and ask her why him?

But the people that matter the most already know why.

Our loves has molded us to better than we would ever be alone,

And it will keep on evolving as we grow older.

Our love isn’t the kind that you’ll read in a book or see on TV,

Does that kind of love even exist?

Our love goes beyond just me and her,

It includes everything and everyone that we share.

Our love isn’t always rainbows and sunshine,

It’s a hot sweaty mess just like most of us living on this island.

Our love makes no logical sense whatsoever,

But it's exactly what we need and that’s all that matters.

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I'm scared of heights.

There, I said it.

Heights make my stomach queasy.

So do elevators

Especially when they jerk around,

And the lights flicker while making weird noises…

Yeah, that shit freaks me out.

I guess I've watched way too many horror movies.

But if I'm so scared of heights

And climbing is something I hate doing,

Will I ever make it to the top?

You know, climb up that proverbial ladder.

Will I ever be able to to reach new heights in life?

Or will I crash down to the bottom,

Like I've fallen so many times before.

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Pieces

There I was, holding the pieces of my heart in my hands,
Not sure how to glue them back together,
So many people tried to help but it never really helped,
The picture was different each time.

There you were, holding the pieces of your heart in your hands,
You looked more composed than I did and I never would’ve guessed.
But when the floodgates opened the darkness started seeping through the cracks,
You were lost no matter how hard you tried to cover it up.

There we were, trying to put the pieces of our heart back together,
We knew we were broken beyond repair and were trying to recreate an old picture,
Something that we were before our hearts were shattered into a million pieces,
Trying to get back to who we were before although we knew that would never happen.

Here we are, traveling down the same path, the light at the end of the tunnel hazy,
The only light coming from inside us and guiding each other on,
Picking and pushing each other on every time we fall, trying to survive another day.
As long as you’re there and I’m here I’ll be okay because this is where we’re meant to be.

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