Everything

I have so many different sides:

professional,

perfect, (at least I think so)

charming, (not really but this is my journal I can say what I want)

but then you go down deeper.

I have flaws,

I have fears,

my little journal I hold like a lifeline

my books I wrote on sleepless nights

my guitar and tiny piano.

my obsessions

my possessions

my passions

the people I would die for

that's who people love,

the real me,

if only I could see

I

am

everything

to

you.

even when I hurt you,

mistreat you,

reject you.

you care for me anyway.

you hold me when I'm scared;

a faded purple notebook amidst the tragedies of life.

you're my obsession,

I'm your possession,

we're our passion.

you see the real me,

you love the real me.

My dearest,

if only you could see

you

are

everything

to

me.