ok.
i made a mistake.

but is that any reason to hate me?

and during this argument,
i turn around,
and i cry.

you stand there,
not knowing what to do.
and you come up behind me,
and youplace your hand on my sholder,
and i know that you still love me.

it is simple things like that,
when you touch me,
when you look at me,
i know that you love me,
adn you know that i love you too.

you keep me sane.
you keep me away from the darkened spiral.
and you keep telling me how much you want me to be happy.

but all you don't know is that i am.
i am happy when i am with you.
i am happy when you call.
and the knife is the farthest thing from my mind.

note to the readers:
this may sound like a sappy love poem,
it may sound as if i have fond my soul mate,
and i know that i have not.

he is now,
the perfect guy for now,
and that is all i wil say...
 
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