i fear i’ve made a terrible mess of things.

they say i should just let it go,

that it shouldn’t be this hard.

but i’m fighting for something that makes me

more than I thought

i could ever be.

Lay your cards out, build that house you thought was so strong

but when the slow winds of distance make their way

into your heart, you wonder what is it for

when the only one who’s willing

is you.

i make times like these,

The better days, for all there

was to cherish, hold and love

is but a blush on the cheek of your lover,

and the smile of the sun kissing skin and bare hearts

running deep into the veins of self preservation

and the wrongs become right, learning from time,

learning from history.

but still i hold a flame, for the brightest candle i ever saw;

a star of kindness and purity that shook me to my core.

changed me, for the better, to turn out worse.