From My Mind To Your Pages

You broke my heart, and that's okay.

I love you.
As a friend.
As a lover.
As nothing.
As everything.

You shoved a white hot iron rod down my throat and burned all of my resolve away when you told me you didn't want me anymore.

You took my fragile glass heart, which you once pieced together, and shattered it into a million pieces of despondency and unrequited love.

Pieces of which are left in a pathetic pile on your living room floor where you keep stepping on them.

I love you.
As a friend.
As a lover.
As nothing.
As everything.

I will continue to swallow fire to make you happy. To keep you in my life. Because I can't lose you. Losing you would bring about a pain that not even the strongest drink could numb. To lose you is to lose myself.

You were my best friend before you were my lover. You were already my other half. You were already the only person I trusted. None of that changed.

I'd endure endless years of drinking fire to make you happy.

I'll continue to listen to the remains of my heart crumble into a powdery dust. Because even though it may not be in tact, it still belongs to you.

I love you.
As a friend.
As a lover.
As nothing.
As everything.

I don't think I'll be writing for a while because every time I try to write all I can think of is you.

How you told me you'd always be the bad guy. Always the darkness to my writing.

You were never darkness. You light up my world. I don't think I can endure that just yet, because it hurt to hear you say such things.

I love you.
As a friend.
As a lover.
As nothing.
As everything.

I am content being your friend, as long as I am allowed to keep you in my life.

I can keep you in my life... Right..?

2/5/16