I’m trying so hard to forgive myself, for all the things that were never my fault.
I asked your heart to hold still so I could paint you in my dreams; knowing all along, that I love the way watercolor runs in the rain.
Please… Let me torture myself a little longer, so that I don’t forget what it feels like to fall in love.
I often wonder, about the world in your mind… I know its colors, are unlike anything I’ve ever seen before…
Your scars are beautiful, to those who would see you clearly.
I cannot promise you
that my love is as forever
as the cracks
of my bathroom mirror