You give yourself too little credit

you give yourself too little credit for what

you've done to me. you've seen me naked.

you've seen my flaws and ugly. you've seen my

youth and ocean. you've seen my blue and black.

my flesh and soul. my darkness. my power.

i've kept you alive in the pages of my work,

as you've kept me alive when i was on the brink

of death. did you know that? did you have

any clue that i was on the brink of my death?

while i hurt too many times, i kept going,

i kept going, hoping you would too. i love you,

i love you, my life. and i, so fully aware, so fully

aware of what was drawn on the wall, what you

whispered to me that night you puked on our kiss...