732 days.
That's how long I've had to pen something
but the words don't come to me.
I have to make them up. Like I always did.
It's been so hard to
talk about love. Ever since a feeling of loss
crept into me I have to say that I've become
rather obsessed.
Obsessed with thoughts of nothing,
and everything that nothingness might hold.

Which makes for some depressing lines.
Depressive states and broken memories
I try to string together into pretty pictures.
The linearity is sinking,
and my soul is begging to go down with it.

But 732 days ago you would not have understood this
anyways.
So, anyways...
I try to think of love.
I feel nothing though. The closet of that summer breeze
has been shut; the door frame taped up.
No wind gets through.
The sunshine tastes like sorrow
and the nights just eat me up.
The great, grey monster growing doesn't
want to think about love.

I found a place inside my head to hide.
But one day the door might lock behind me
and I have no space left in that heart.
The heart that beats so blindly with the
memories that never find their fill.

I want to just break down.
But how can I do something like that
if I'm already broken?

This is my kiss. But not goodbye.
I can't stop hanging on.
I ****ing won't.
If my arms fall off or the bones break
I will grow them back
ten thousand times repeated
to let you know I just can't be left alone.

I am a selfish boy.

732 days. I don't usually count.
But that's how long it took
to write this.
Wish it could have sounded prettier
for anyone who reads.
But I think I remember you telling me
love has something to do with honesty.

And honestly, this is killing me.

I love you.

Wow, that's really beautiful. Lucky girl, I'd love for a guy to write something like that because of me.

This certainly was beautiful PP..

Colin,

That was beautiful. =]

What beauty in the love you've written about...not to mention romantic.

Dedicated to Ashley.

Thanks for your comments. You all rock for reading my stuff!

*gold star*

Honestly Amazing as Always
peace