So I have not been on for like...um...a long time lol But anyway, this is about my girlfriend Sher...and omg..I love her so much...I can honestly say that I believe that she has saved my life.....
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Lilacs.
Strawberries.
A gentle morning breeze.
These are the scents
that fill my senses as you lay in my arms.

Your voice,
soft
and
sweet
makes me close my eyes
and see with my heart.

And what a heart it is.
Yes,
is.
No longer
was.
There was a time
when this heart was gone.
A black hole left in its place!

Oh how it wrenched and throbbed
in its absence.
I guess it was on fire,
wherever it was.
Heart on fire,
emotions on ice.
Stashed in little ice chests,
waiting to be warmed within the hands
of love true.

You look into my eyes
and I feel like I can finally look back.
I don't have to hide these wants
and lusts
and yearnings.
No.
Hidden no more.
You're made of the sun
and you nourish my growing gardens.

But please,
my dearest love,
promise me you don't lie.
Take my heart.
Here,
I hold it out to you.
For you found it for me.
It was hidden and burning,
but I finally have it back,
though it is charred and scarred.

Do scars heal?
Yes.
I feel their pain throb
against my breast.
But you see it,
and you press your soft hand against my skin
and the throbs turn to beats.
Beat
beat
beat.
I'm alive?

I begin to weep
behind my mask.
The cement of tears hides my emotion.
I want nothing more than to weep before you.
Let you see this wretch
for a lamb.
For yes,
I am wretched.
I am sin.
I am a pit of darkness.
I am finally gasping for air.

I wrap my arms around your willowy form.
I feel the wool pushing through my spiked skin.
I am turning!
Your lips are on mine
and I'm tearing off my armor!
I love you.
It doesn't hurt.
It feels amazing,
having my flesh ripped from my bones.
Because now I see,
my dearest love,
it is not my skin.

It is the lies.
It is the scorn.
It is the hate.
It is the regret.
Falling,
slipping,
seeping away from me!

You're my angel
and my sweet escape.
You kiss me and I see the sky as blue.
You forget your words
and I feel a true laugh
rise within my parched throat.
You bury your face in my neck
and I finally feel those tears.

They do not feel like tears.
They feel like your kisses.
They run down my scarred face
and smooth the lines and creases.
I am becoming who I was.
Who I should always have been.
No more,
no less,
my dearest love,
I
am
yours.