devotion
People often write that love is an addiction The chasing of the feeling of being wanted Being adored Being desired That love is something that one craves Something that one cannot live without But my love for you is not addiction It is devotion Every cell in my body is devoted to loving you To making you happy To seeing you smile To seeing your soul for what it is and not what it tries to portray I see all your flaws and mistakes and I love you Not despite them But I love you through them I love you through everything because my love for you is more so a part of me than an organ or a limb An organ or a limb can but cut out of somebody But my love for you cannot The only way for my love for you to diminish is through ending my life Ending all I am Ending my existence So long as I live, my love No matter where you are I will be devoted to making you happy
just so you don’t have to
I'll weep and I'll cry Until the end of time All so you don't have to shed a tear For you see, my love My love was never transactional It doesn't require your touch to be fed It's a flame that has ignited and cannot be put out I'll carry this pain so that you can be happy And I'll carry it with joy Whether that be with—or without me For—for you, my love I'll weep and I'll cry until the end of time Just so you don't have to
a memory
I can't tell you I love you but I want to appear in your dreams I can't tell you I love you but I can take you on an adventure I can't tell you I love you But I can be a memory A memory which you cry over because it's over and you can't go back I can't tell you I love you but I can be the girl of your dreams and disappear As easily as I appeared into your life
stranger
It took us two months to go from being strangers to falling in love And just as easily you went from being my whole world My past, present, and future To just being a distant dream To being a stranger
my fantasy
I want to breathe for you I want to sleep for you I want to dress for you I want to devote every second of my life to you I don't know whether you ever think about me But for half of every second of every day I think about you But I ask myself Are you the person with who I want to be? Or are you just a product of my fantasy?
she’s dead
The person you once loved is dead You killed her You killed her because you could And I'll make sure you Or anyone else Will never find her again So she will never have to bleed until she dies Ever again