I often say
that I am
gone,
hurt,
broken,
sad.
Overall,
I am all of it,
everything,
and yet,
when I am with you,
I know,
I am a broken person
slowly being fixed.
Often,
you say,
and as always
I paraphrase,
that everyone feels
by their thoughts.
And I want to tell you
that I can,
and I will.
It will all get better.
But it won't.
Maybe in another time,
another universe,
where I know no limits
and feel no boundaries,
I am happy,
and as free
and as kind
as a dove.
But in this world,
and this lifetime,
The only time
I feel complete
is when I am with you,
screaming,
shouting,
all at a silly video game,
some flashbangs,
a sniper rifle,
and daggers,
while eating some
really good cheesecake.
You are my sun,
my stars,
my lifeline,
and if I could give it all away,
everything I have,
everything I know,
to stay another eternity with you,
I would,
without a second thought.
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