I love you.

and I love all that is you.

I love all that you make me feel.

I love when you smile at me,

and I love when you say "I love you"

the way the words roll of your tongue,

the way they make my heart smile.

I love you.

And I love the way it makes me feel when you stare into my eyes,

when you stare into my soul,

it's like you see right through me,

but in the best way possible.

I love you.

And I love the way you call me in the evening and in the morning.

i love the way your hand feels in mine,

they way our fingers intertwine.

i love you.

and I will love you until the end of time,

until my heart stops beating,

until my lungs are empty and my lips cold.

i love you.

I get this feeling in the pit of my stomach,

an aching in my soul.

Like I'm drowning, but there's no water.

My lungs are full of something,

but it isn't air.

I can't breathe,

I can't catch my breath,

the words are caught in my throat.

I'm stuck.

I'm lost.

I'm drowning in this pain,

I'm choking on this feeling.

And there's no one coming to save me

from myself

I love you.

And what better way to tell you than to write you this?

To hope that you'll see,

To hope that you'll understand.

A glimpse into my mind:

I love you.

Til all the stars burn out and the moon crashes down:

I love you.

With everything in me;

All of my will, all of my hope, my dreams,

Every tear, and every breathe in my lungs:

I love you.

With all of my heart,

All of my soul:

I love you.

(tw. knives)

I'm drowning again...

No,

I've been drowning.

I feel like my leg got caught in the seaweed of my thoughts,

And they're keeping me under,

No one can hear me scream or see me thrash.

And I've run out of air,

The bubbles stopped,

My arms and legs are so tired from trying to get to the surface.

But at least I haven't touched that stupid knife...

I could've cut myself free, so I could swim to the surface,

But the sharks would smell the blood, I'd never get my head above the water anyway.

"just hold that happy thought, Peter..."

Said the concerned voice on the other line.

Peter's hands shook and tears fell down his cheeks. He didn't say anything, he couldn't, the words wouldn't come out, only sobs.

On the phone was his friend, who was trying to comfort him and tell him it'll be okay, but Peter didn't believe them.

All he wanted was to let go and disappear.

He did know exactly what they meant though, what happy thought they wanted him to hold on to. His friend knew it was the one thing Peter really cared about, the one thing that would always bring him back to reality and help him fight again.

I can't breathe.

choking on words I can't say,

on thoughts I can never speak,

on feelings that can't be shown.

i can't breathe,

and as I go to thrash and scratch at the invisible hands around my throat...

i feel someone take my hand,

the light in the darkness,

such a warm grasp.

I gasp for air and to my surprise,

my lungs fill up,

and because of them,

I can breathe again.

(but then I wake up,

and everything is dark again,

cold again,

and my lungs are full of thorns and blood instead of air,

i can't breathe,

I'm choking again,

maybe I never stopped.)

I can't breathe.

I'm choking on the words that I can't say;

the "I love you"s, the "I love you"s,

the" please don't go",

that I know I can't say.

but i try to anyway.

I can't breathe,

I'm choking on the feelings that I can't show;

the pain in my soul,

the weight in my chest.

but I always try my best.

i can't breathe,

so I tear and I pull at the invisible hand around my throat,

only to leave marks and scars on my skin and still...

i can't breathe.

try as I might,

push and I pull,

gasp and scream but no sound comes out.

"help! I need help! somebody, please help me..." it was only a thought,

a dream,

so deep in my head I can barely hear it.

i can't breathe.

drowning in unspoken words

and buried sorrows.

my neck bruised and bloodied from the struggle, I try once more to speak,

but it's useless because...

i can't breathe

Reginald the Rock is no ordinary rock... oh wait, but he is.

He's as ordinary as the come, but, Reginald has a secret; Reginald has many.

Reginald the Rock has seen many things, and traveled many places.

Once, a small child plucked Reginald from a stream.. The child said "Oh, hello, little rock. you're coming on an adventure with me!" And with that, the child ran off with him.

Reginald was so excited, he'd never been on an adventure before. They hiked through the woods together, said 'hello's to many other rocks along the way.

Reginald was very pleased with the view as the child ran with him in their hand.