If someone like you can kiss my scars,give me my pills and absorb all the bad days and wake up next to me just smiling.
Maybe...
I could breath again , because self love doesn't come first, second or just ever.
Your love is the guard rail to the ledge,
the drawer to hid all the sharp things.
Be the body that carries my withered frame to the bed.
Be like flowers you have gotten me, even though they are dying they still dance.
So when I tell you that loving you makes it all worth living,makes me feel like I'm okay.
I was not kidding,
loving you is almost like loving myself.
It takes all the love I couldn't seem to give myself and doesn't give it a chance to be wasted.
May you be Eurydice and I Orpheus.
Even in my greatest falling may you never give up on me.