i’m so used to being led around blindly

it’s the sweetest things things that hurt

me the most in the end

and you make me feel like crying

the kind of tears that are cried

at weddings or when babies are born

you make me feel the kind of bittersweet happiness

when you find something breathtaking

in a mess as deep as the ocean

and you take my breath away

i can’t find the words to justify you

but i’ll keep trying and writing and writing

about you, all because you never leave my mind

but i don’t know what you woud say

if i were to tell you i’m the mess

here we go again, another love poem gone wrong

why does everything i write about you

have to turn out sad

why can’t i just write about you

why does it always have to turn

out about me

it’s not your fault, it’s mine

no one’s gravity is strong enough

to save me from myself

so maybe i’ll never read you a full poem

maybe i’ll only read you excerpts

maybe i’ll never tell you i’m a mess

maybe i’ll just let you figure it out for yourself

it won’t take you long i’m sure

it doesn’t take long to unwind a spool of thread

i want to believe you

almost more than i’ve wanted anything before

but it’s hard for me to believe and trust

i just want to be able to keep you happy

i just want to stay in the light

that you see me in now

i’m so afraid that you’re going to get sick of me

i know that i’m not worth this mess

just tell me what i have to do

tell me what i need to change and i’ll try

baby i just want to keep you happy

help me forget about myself for a little while

i hope my eyes are finally open

but it’s so hard to tell between black and white

i won’t break your heart if you don’t break mine