Nothing I Could Ever Write

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I'm like Cinderella.
but not that Cinderella.
I'm the girl named Ella
That boys watched turn to cinders

and maybe that's somehow attractive to a boy as personable as you.

Loving me is like taking ashes
And shoving them back
Into their original shitty form
that doesn't quite make sense

I suppose love doesn't really make sense.

But those ashes kind of like you
They're like iron shavings to a magnet
Because they know you'd keep them safe
and sound although she still has nightmares

and she wonders if someday you'll be one too.

I want so badly to fall in love
and I want so badly for it to be with you
Because you're everything I want
And everything my romantic mind needs

Even when i'm not at all romantic and more so of a masochist

The one thing I know for sure right now
Is that I like feeling your heart beat
When you hold me to your chest
And I like the way mine reacts

Its like my heart is trying to dive off a cliff in the most romantic way that can be said

And I love the way we hold hands
and the way you look at me
and the way we kiss
and the way you smell

and the way everything you do and say is to make sure we're both alright and not just you...

I feel so selfish.
And maybe I am.
I probably am.
I just know that I adore the shit out of you

I'm sorry if I hurt you in the process.