Why? Sometimes this beauty is choking me, but at least its your hands on my throat. Your lashes brush against my cheek, coupled with your breath on my neck. The world around you falls away and I will still be there. I know my words are like daggers but they cut me too. oh. And I am sorry for all the fucked up things I said, I didn't mean it. And I never realized that I can be what I hate. Lets be happy with what we have. enjoy the beauty in these days. Sometimes we'll laugh sometimes we'll scream no one said caring was easy. I know there was a time when emotions felt like pulling teeth. Sometimes I felt so soulless couldn't even look at me. It's pathetic to hate who you are and it feels like hell to change. But Ill be damned if I push you away. I remember when my dreams were dying and I damned, I damned the sun to pieces. I carved hateful thoughts into my wrists and then you took my hand and nothing has ever felt the same!